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But the dreams of freedom had died long ago； driven away by the tedious monotony of life in a cell； and killed by the harsh opinions of many judges。
This would be his final sunrise； he truly believed that。 Too many people wanted him dead。 The gas chamber was not being used often enough。 It was time for an execution； dammit； and he was next in line。
The sky grew brighter and the clouds dissipated。 Though he was forced to watch this magnificent act of nature through a chain…link fence； it was satisfying nonetheless。 Just a few more days and the fences would be gone。 The bars and razor wire and prison cells would be left for someone else。
Two reporters smoked cigarettes and drank machine coffee as they waited by the south entrance to the capitol early Saturday morning。 Word had been leaked that the governor would spend a long day at the office； struggling with the Cayhall thing。
At seven…thirty； his black Lincoln rolled to a stop nearby； and he made a quick exit from it。 Two well…dressed bodyguards escorted him to the entrance； with Mona Stark a few steps behind。
〃Governor； do you plan to attend the execution？〃 the first reporter asked hurriedly。 McAllister smiled and raised his hands as if he'd love to stop and chat but things were much too critical for that。 Then he saw a camera hanging from the other reporter's neck。
〃I haven't made a decision yet；〃 he answered； stopping just for a second。
〃Will Ruth Kramer testify at the clemency hearing on Monday？〃
The camera was raised and ready。 〃I can't say right now；〃 he answered； smiling into the lens。 〃Sorry； guys； I can't talk now。〃
He entered the building and rode the elevator to his office on the second floor。 The bodyguards assumed their positions in the foyer； behind morning newspapers。
Lawyer Larramore was waiting with his updates。 He explained to the governor and Ms。 Stark that there had been no changes in the various Cayhall petitions and appeals since 5 P。m。 yesterday。 Nothing had happened overnight。 The appeals were being more desperate； and the courts would deny them more quickly； in his opinion。 He had already spoken with Morris Henry at the AG's office； and； in the learned judgment of Dr。 Death； there was now an 80 percent chance that the execution would take place。
〃What about the clemency hearing on Monday？ Any word from Cayhall's lawyers？〃 McAllister asked。
〃No。 I asked Garner Goodman to stop by at nine this morning。 Thought we'd talk to him about it。 I'll be in my office if you need me。〃
Larramore excused himself。 Ms。 Stark was performing her morning ritual of scanning the dailies from around the state and placing them on the conference table。 Of the nine papers she monitored； the Cayhall story was on the front page of eight。 The announcement of a clemency hearing was of special interest Saturday morning。 Three of the papers carried the same AP photo of the Klansmen roasting idly under the fierce August sun outside of Parchman。
McAllister removed his coat； rolled up his sleeves； and began peering over the papers。 〃Get the numbers；〃 he said tersely。
Mona left the office； and returned in less than a minute。 She carried a puter printout； which obviously bore dreadful news。
〃I'm listening；〃 he said。
〃The calls stopped around nine last night； last one was at nine…o…seven。 The total for the day was four hundred and eighty…six； and at least ninety percent voiced strong opposition to the execution。〃
〃Ninety percent；〃 McAllister said in disbelief。 He was no longer in shock； though。 By noon yesterday； the hotline operators had reported an unusual number of calls； and by one Mona was analyzing printouts。 They had spent much of yesterday afternoon staring at the numbers； contemplating the next move。 He had slept little。
〃Who are these people？〃 he said； staring through a window。
〃Your constituents。 The calls are ing from all over the state。 The names and numbers appear to be legitimate。〃
〃What was the old record？〃
〃I don't know。 Seems like we had around a hundred one day when the legislature gave itself another pay raise。 But nothing like this。〃
〃Ninety percent；〃 he mumbled again。
〃And there's something else。 There were lots of other calls to various numbers in this office。 My secretary took a dozen or so。〃
〃All for Sam； right？〃
〃Yes； all opposed to the execution。 I've talked
TC21 to some of our people； and everybody got nailed yesterday。 And Roxburgh called me at home last night and said that his office had been besieged with calls against the execution。〃
〃Good。 I want him to sweat too。〃
〃Do we close the hotline？〃
〃How many operators work on Saturday and Sunday？〃
〃Only one。〃
〃No。 Leave it open today。 Let's see what happens today and tomorrow。〃 He walked to another window and loosened his tie。 〃When does the polling start？〃
〃Three this afternoon。〃
〃I'm anxious to see those numbers。〃
〃They could be just as bad。〃
〃Ninety percent；〃 he said； shaking his head。 〃Over ninety percent；〃 Mona corrected him。
The War Room was littered with pizza boxes and beer cans； evidence of a long day of market analysis。 A tray of fresh doughnuts and a row of tall paper coffee cups now awaited the analysts； two of whom had just arrived with newspapers。 Garner Goodman stood at the window with a new pair of binoculars； watching the capitol three blocks away； and paying particular attention to the windows of the governor's。 office。 During a moment of boredom yesterday； he'd gone to a mall in search of a bookstore。 He'd found the binoculars in the window of a leather shop； and throughout the afternoon they'd had great fun trying to catch the governor pondering through his windows； no doubt wondering where all those damned calls were ing from。
The students devoured the doughnuts and newspapers。 There was a brief but serious discussion about some obvious procedural deficiencies in Mississippi's postconviction relief statutes。 The third member of the shift； a firstyear student from New Orleans； arrived at eight； and the calls started。
It was immediately apparent that the hotline was not as efficient as the day before。 It was difficult to get through to an operator。 No problem。 They used alternate numbers … the switchboard at the governor's mansion； the lines to the cute little regional offices he'd established； amid great fanfare； around the state so that he； a mon man； could stay close to the people。
The people were calling。
Goodman left the office and walked along Congress Street to the capitol。 He heard the sounds of a loudspeaker being tested； and then saw the Klansmen。 They were organizing themselves； at least a dozen in full parade dress； around the monument to Confederate women at the base of the front steps to the capitol。 Goodman walked by them； actually said hello to one； so that when he returned to Chicago he could say he talked to some real Kluckers。
The two reporters who'd waited for the governor were now on the front steps watching the scene below。 A local television crew arrived as Goodman entered the capitol。
The governor was too busy to meet with him； Mona Stark explained gravely； but Mr。 Larramore could spare a few minutes。 She looked a bit frazzled； and this pleased G