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Unformatted text preview: ryone expected some dramatic showdown, there sat Danny Padgitt in the car with his lawyer. The voices on the scanner were quick and anxious: "He's with his lawyer!" "Wilbanks?" "Yep." "Let's shoot both of them." "They're gettin' out of the car." "Wilbanks is holdin' up his hands. Smart-ass!" Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html "It's Danny Padgitt, all right. Hands held high." "I'd like to knock that smile off his face." "They got the cuffs on him." "Dammit!" Harry Rex yelled across his desk. "I wanted some gunfire. Just like in the old days." - --- We were at the jail an hour later when the parade of red and blue lights came swarming in. Sheriff McNatt had wisely placed Padgitt in the patrol car of a state trooper; otherwise his deputies might have roughed him up during the ride. Two of their colleagues were in surgery in Memphis, and feelings were pretty raw. A mob had gathered outside the jail. Padgitt was jeered and cursed as he was rushed inside, then the Sheriff angrily told the hotheads to go home. Seeing him in handcuffs brought a great sense of relief. And the news that he was in custody was like a balm for the entire county. The heavy cloud had been lifted. Clanton came to life that night. When I returned to the Hocutt House after dark, the Ruffin clan was in a festive mood. Miss Callie was as relaxed as I'd seen her in a long time. We sat on the porch for a long time, telling stories, laughing, listening to Aretha Franklin and the Temptations, even listening to an occasional burst of fireworks. Chapter Forty-Three Unknown to anyone, Lucien Wilbanks and Judge Noose struck a deal in the hectic hours before the arrest. The Judge was worried about what might happen if Danny Padgitt chose to retreat into the safety of the island, or, worse, resist the arrest with force. The county was a powder keg waiting for a match. The cops were ready for blood because of Teddy Ray and Travis, whose gunslinging stupidity w...
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