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.Comfort them in thy secret way, and prepare them for the time when theycan no longer hope for the life of their lost son.Spare them needlesssuffering and make them ready for the day when they can be reunitedwith their child in thy heavenly host."Will Henry huddled inside his pea coat and prayed for thepreacher to finish praying.The cold of the early hour made itdifficult to concentrate on the service, and he was becoming tense andirritable as his thoughts began to shift from pity for the boy tohatred for those who had beaten him, who had allowed this thing tohappen.Despite the depth of his personal religious feeling, he couldnot bring himself to pray for them, and he felt guilty."All thesethings we ask in the name of thy son, Jesus Christ our savior.Ay-men."Lamar Maddox stepped forward and touched a button on one of the fourmetal posts around the grave, and the coffin began to be smoothlylowered into the ground.Lamar watched carefully the inauguralperformance of this ingenious new piece of equipment.He would give itits first large public display late ring the morning at a moreimportant and more profitable service.Skeeter Willis was waiting inhis car at the edge of the cemetery."Morning, Will Henry.I saw yourgathering and stopped.What's up?" Will Henry climbed gratefully intothe warm car."Well, Skeeter, looks like I've got a murder on myhands." Skeeter did not respond."Our paper boy found a dead body atthe foot of Hodo's Bluff yesterday momifig.Boy in his late teens.Wejust finished burying him." Will Henry dearly had Skeeter's undivideoaention."Tell me all of it," Skeeter said."Start at the beginning,and don't leave anything out." Will Henry took the sheriff throughtl." events of the last twenty-four hours, again omitting only theidentity of his Klan source."What do you think?" Skeeter asked."Idon't know what to think," Will Henry said."I don't put much stock inthe doctor's views about the kind of person that killed him.Thatseems like the wildest kind of speculation to me.If the Klan hadanything to do with it I think this fellow I know would have told me orat least hinted at it.I don't know anybody around here crazy enoughto do something like this.Foxy lives up there near where it happened,and he's a little strange, but I can't see any fair reason forsuspecting him." "Foxy's not your man, Will Henry.Granted, he's alittle peculiar, but he's a good enough man.Not the Klan, either.Inspite of what you hear sometimes.No, Will Henry, I'll tell you whathappened, and I don't want you to think I'm jumping to conclusions.I'm just talking out of my own experience and the experience of a dozenother sheriffs I've talked to, Your killer's long gone by now.There'sa lot of fellows on the road these days, what with the weevil and thetimes.Probably this boy was traveling with another fellow or two, andhe had something they wanted--not much, maybe a little money orsomething---and they beat him up to get it, and he tried to run andfell over the bluff.These hoboes are always killing each other,fighting over money or whiskey or less.I'm not surprised the boy wasnaked.I've known 'em to kill a man for his shoes, nothing more.Whenthey've been on the road for a while they start playing by their ownrules, don't care nothing for what's right any more, just living fromday to day." Will Henry felt oddly relieved."Well, that soundspretty plausible.It hadn't occcurred to me, I'll admit.I'd begun tothink it was somebody here in Delano, and that really worried me." "Idon't think you have to worry about that.This fellow isn't going toget caught, not for this, anyway.Somewhere down the line somebody' Ildo the same or worse to him, or he'll finally run afoul of the law.But you're not going to catch him, Will Henry.I know you'd like to,not just to get a featherin your cap," but because you're mad aboutthis.I know how you feel.Now, if you don't want this kind of thinghappening all the time, take my advice and don't ever let no hoboes geta-jungle going around Delano.Just make sure they don't get off thetrain.You let 'em start camping around here, and you'll have one ofthese killings a week, you mark my words." "I see your point.""Another thing, Will Henry." Skeeter shifted in his seat-and rubbed athis nose."About the Klan.I think you'll find it's best to leave 'embe.Somebody calls you about a cross burning, you go out there in yourown sweet time and poke around the ashes with your toe and lookconcerned and forget about it [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Comfort them in thy secret way, and prepare them for the time when theycan no longer hope for the life of their lost son.Spare them needlesssuffering and make them ready for the day when they can be reunitedwith their child in thy heavenly host."Will Henry huddled inside his pea coat and prayed for thepreacher to finish praying.The cold of the early hour made itdifficult to concentrate on the service, and he was becoming tense andirritable as his thoughts began to shift from pity for the boy tohatred for those who had beaten him, who had allowed this thing tohappen.Despite the depth of his personal religious feeling, he couldnot bring himself to pray for them, and he felt guilty."All thesethings we ask in the name of thy son, Jesus Christ our savior.Ay-men."Lamar Maddox stepped forward and touched a button on one of the fourmetal posts around the grave, and the coffin began to be smoothlylowered into the ground.Lamar watched carefully the inauguralperformance of this ingenious new piece of equipment.He would give itits first large public display late ring the morning at a moreimportant and more profitable service.Skeeter Willis was waiting inhis car at the edge of the cemetery."Morning, Will Henry.I saw yourgathering and stopped.What's up?" Will Henry climbed gratefully intothe warm car."Well, Skeeter, looks like I've got a murder on myhands." Skeeter did not respond."Our paper boy found a dead body atthe foot of Hodo's Bluff yesterday momifig.Boy in his late teens.Wejust finished burying him." Will Henry dearly had Skeeter's undivideoaention."Tell me all of it," Skeeter said."Start at the beginning,and don't leave anything out." Will Henry took the sheriff throughtl." events of the last twenty-four hours, again omitting only theidentity of his Klan source."What do you think?" Skeeter asked."Idon't know what to think," Will Henry said."I don't put much stock inthe doctor's views about the kind of person that killed him.Thatseems like the wildest kind of speculation to me.If the Klan hadanything to do with it I think this fellow I know would have told me orat least hinted at it.I don't know anybody around here crazy enoughto do something like this.Foxy lives up there near where it happened,and he's a little strange, but I can't see any fair reason forsuspecting him." "Foxy's not your man, Will Henry.Granted, he's alittle peculiar, but he's a good enough man.Not the Klan, either.Inspite of what you hear sometimes.No, Will Henry, I'll tell you whathappened, and I don't want you to think I'm jumping to conclusions.I'm just talking out of my own experience and the experience of a dozenother sheriffs I've talked to, Your killer's long gone by now.There'sa lot of fellows on the road these days, what with the weevil and thetimes.Probably this boy was traveling with another fellow or two, andhe had something they wanted--not much, maybe a little money orsomething---and they beat him up to get it, and he tried to run andfell over the bluff.These hoboes are always killing each other,fighting over money or whiskey or less.I'm not surprised the boy wasnaked.I've known 'em to kill a man for his shoes, nothing more.Whenthey've been on the road for a while they start playing by their ownrules, don't care nothing for what's right any more, just living fromday to day." Will Henry felt oddly relieved."Well, that soundspretty plausible.It hadn't occcurred to me, I'll admit.I'd begun tothink it was somebody here in Delano, and that really worried me." "Idon't think you have to worry about that.This fellow isn't going toget caught, not for this, anyway.Somewhere down the line somebody' Ildo the same or worse to him, or he'll finally run afoul of the law.But you're not going to catch him, Will Henry.I know you'd like to,not just to get a featherin your cap," but because you're mad aboutthis.I know how you feel.Now, if you don't want this kind of thinghappening all the time, take my advice and don't ever let no hoboes geta-jungle going around Delano.Just make sure they don't get off thetrain.You let 'em start camping around here, and you'll have one ofthese killings a week, you mark my words." "I see your point.""Another thing, Will Henry." Skeeter shifted in his seat-and rubbed athis nose."About the Klan.I think you'll find it's best to leave 'embe.Somebody calls you about a cross burning, you go out there in yourown sweet time and poke around the ashes with your toe and lookconcerned and forget about it [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]