Hillbilly Noir   "Even a lot of realtors will tell you, 'Don't
buy out here,'" says Woodrell.  The writer provides a tour of
the area from behind the wheel of his Ford Taurus, whizzing past
down-at-the heel dwellings without stopping. With a smile, he
recalls the time he spent helping a group of Hollywood producers
scout locations for an upcoming film based on Winter's Bone.
They approached a Collinsville resident who, as Woodrell tells
it, appeared stoned to the gills.  "He fired two shots in the
air," remembers Woodrell. "And his wife came out and said, 'You
know, he's getting upset with y'all.' I think it was a .22. It
makes a nice pop. You get the message."  Woodrell's Ozarks home
was once surrounded on both  sides by meth dealers. Now, all's
quiet on the West Plains  Woodrell's Ozarks home was once
surrounded on both sides by meth dealers. Now, all's quiet on
the West Plains front.  Woodrell is asked constantly by
journalists why he doesn't head for, say, New York City, where
he might find more intellect