dobe

“No. In the ’dobe house over the hill.

“Yes, señora. When the rancho broke up they put no more lime on the ’dobe, and the rains washed it down.”

“The old ’dobe that’s washed almost away, you mean?”

“Each of these things were pushing people toward discomfort,” Mr. Dobe said.

Mr. Dobe characterized their message this way: “Now that you’re the president of the N.R.A., we think you kind of owe us a conversation.”