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〃What did the sheriff do？〃
〃Nothing； really。 He and Sam talked for a bit。
Sam showed him Joe's shotgun and explained how it was a simple matter of self…defense。 Just another dead nigger。〃
〃He wasn't arrested？〃
〃No； Adam。 This was Mississippi in the early fifties。 I'm sure the sheriff had a good laugh about it； patted Sam on the back； and told him to be a good boy； and then left。 He even allowed Sam to keep Joe's shotgun。〃
〃That's incredible。〃
〃We were hoping he'd go to jail for a few years。〃
〃What did the Lincolns do？〃
〃What could they do？ Who would listen to them？ Sam forbade Eddie from seeing Quince； and to make sure the boys didn't get together； he evicted them from their house。〃
〃Good God！〃
〃He gave them one week to get out； and the sheriff arrived to fulfill his sworn duties by forcing them out of the house。 The eviction was legal and proper； Sam assured Mother。 It was the only time I thought she might leave him。 I wish she had。〃
〃Did Eddie ever see Quince？〃
〃Years later。 When Eddie started driving； he started looking for the Lincolns。 They had moved to a small munity on the other side of Clanton； and Eddie found them there。 He apologized and said he was sorry a hundred times。 But they were never friends again。 Ruby asked him to leave。 He told me they 。lived in a run…down shack with no electricity。〃
She walked to her pecan tree and sat against its trunk。 Adam followed and leaned against it。 He looked down at her； and thought of all the years she'd been carrying this burden。 And he thought of his father； of his anguish and torment； of the indelible scars he'd bome to his death。 Adam now had the first clue to his father's destruction； and he wondered if the pieces might someday fit together。 He thought of Sam； and as he glanced at the porch he could see a younger man with a gun and hatred in his face。 Lee was sobbing quietly。
〃What did Sam do afterward？〃
She struggled to control herself。 〃The house was so quiet for a week； maybe a month； I don't know。 But it seemed like years before anyone spoke over dinner。 Eddie stayed in his room with the door locked。 I would hear him crying at night； and he told me again and again how much he hated his father。 He wanted him dead。 He wanted to run away from home。 He blamed himself for everything。 Mother became concerned； and she spent a lot of time with him。 As for me； they thought I was off playing in the woods when it happened。 Shortly after Phelps and I married； I secretly began seeing a psychiatrist。 I tried to work it out in therapy； and I wanted Eddie to do the same。 But he wouldn't listen。 The last time I talked to Eddie before he died； he mentioned the killing。 He never got over it。〃
〃And you got over it？〃
〃I didn't say that。 Therapy helped； but I still wonder what would've happened if I had screamed at Daddy before he pulled the trigger。
〃Would he have killed Joe with his daughter watching？ I don't think so。〃
〃e on； Lee。 That was forty years ago。 You can't blame yourself〃
〃Eddie blamed me。 And he blamed himself； and we blamed each other until we were grown。 We were children when it happened； and we couldn't run to our parents。 We were helpless。〃
Adam could think of a hundred questions about the killing of Joe Lincoln。 The subject was not likely to be raised again with Lee； and he wanted to know everything that happened； every small detail。 Where was Joe buried？ What happened to his shotgun？ Was the shooting reported in the local paper？ Was the case presented to a grand jury？ Did Sam ever mention it to his children？ Where was her mother during the fight？ Did she hear the argument and the gunshot？ What happened to Joe's family？ Did they still live in Ford County？
〃Let's burn it； Adam；〃 she said strongly； wiping her face and glaring at him。
〃You're not serious。〃
〃Yes I am！ Let's burn the whole damned place； the house； the shed； this tree； the grass and weeds。 It won't take much。 Just a couple of matches here and there。 e on。〃
〃No； Lee。〃
〃e on。〃
Adam bent over gently and took her by the arm。 〃Let's go； Lee。 I've heard enough for one day。〃
She didn't resist。 She too had had enough for one day。 He helped her through the weeds； around the house； over the ruins of the driveway； and back to the car。
They left the Cayhall estate without a word。 The road turned to gravel； then stopped at the intersection of a highway。 Lee pointed to the left； then closed her eyes as if trying to nap。 They bypassed Clanton and stopped at a country store near Holly Springs。 Lee said she needed a cola； and insisted on getting it herself。 She returned to the car with a six…pack of beer and offered a bottle to Adam。 〃What's this？〃 he asked。
〃Just a couple；〃 she said。 〃My nerves are shot。 Don't let me drink more than two； okay。 Only two。〃
〃I don't think you should； Lee。〃
〃I'm okay；〃 she insisted with a frown； and took a drink。
Adam declined and sped away from the store。 She drained two bottles in fifteen minutes； then went to sleep。 Adam placed the sack in the backseat； and concentrated on the road。
He had a sudden desire to leave Mississippi； and longed for the lights of Memphis。
27
EXACTLY one week earlier； he had awakened with a fierce headache and a fragile stomach； and had been forced to face the greasy bacon and oily eggs of Irene Lettner。 And in the past seven days； he'd been to the courtroom of judge Slattery； and to Chicago； Greenville； Ford County； and Parchman。 He'd met the governor； and the Attorney General。 He hadn't talked to his client in six days。
To hell with his client。 Adam had sat on the patio watching the river traffic and sipping decaffeinated coffee until 2 A。m。 He swatted mosquitoes and struggled with the vivid images of Quince Lincoln grasping at his father's body while Sam Cayhall stood on the porch and admired his handiwork。 He could hear the muted laughter of Sam and his buddies on the narrow porch as Ruby Lincoln and her children fell around the corpse and eventually dragged it across the yard to the shade of a tree。 He could see Sam on the front lawn with both shotguns explaining to the sheriff exactly how the crazy nigger was about to kill him； and how he acted reasonably and in self…defense。 The sheriff was quick to see Sam's point； of course。 He could hear the whispers of the tormented children； Eddie and Lee； as they blamed themselves and struggled with the horror of Sam's deed。 And he cursed a society so willing to ignore violence against a despised class。
He'd slept fitfully； and at one point had sat on the edge of his bed and declared to himself that Sam could find another lawyer； that the death penalty might in fact be appropriate for some people； notably his grandfather； and that he would return to Chicago immediately and change his name again。 But that dream passed； and when he awoke for the last time the sunlight filtered through the blinds and cast neat lines across his bed。 He contemplated the ceiling and crown molding along the walls for half an hour as he remembered the trip to Clanton。 Today； he hoped； would be a late Sunday with a thick newspaper and strong coffee。 He would go to the office later i