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Unformatted text preview: s before he called me back. At first he had no comment about his client or the charges, but when I persisted with questions about his treatment at the jail he erupted. "I don't run the damned jail, son!" he growled, and I could almost see his red eyes glowing at me. I quoted him on that. "Have you interviewed your client at the jail?" I asked. "Of course." "What was he wearing?" "Don't you have better things to report?" "No sir. What was he wearing?" "Well he wasn't naked." That was too good a quote to pass up, so I put it in bold print in a sidebar. With a rapist/murderer, a corrupt Sheriff, and a radical lawyer on one side, and me standing alone on the other, I knew I couldn't lose the fight. The response to the story was astounding. Baggy and Wiley reported that the cafes were buzzing with admiration for the fearless young editor of the paper. The Padgitts and Lucien had been despised for a long time. Now it was time to get rid of Coley. Margaret said we were swamped with phone calls from readers incensed with the soft treatment Danny was receiving. Wiley's nephew reported that the jail was in chaos and Mackey Don was at war with his deputies. He was coddling a murderer—1971 was an election year. Folks were angry out there and they might all lose their jobs. - --- Those two weeks at theTimes were crucial to its survival. The readers were hungry for details, and, through timing, dumb luck, and some guts, I gave them just what they wanted. The paper was suddenly alive; it was a force. It was trusted. The people wanted it to report with detail and without fear. Baggy and Margaret told me that Spot would have never used the bloody pictures and challenged the Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, Sheriff. But they were still quite timid. I can't say that my brashness had in any way emboldened my stall". TheTimes was, and would be, a one-man show with a rather weak supporting staff. Little did I care. I was telling the truth and damning the consequences. I was a local hero. Subscriptions jumped to almost three thousand. Ad revenue doubled. Not only was I shining a new light into the county, I was making money at the same time. Chapter Seven The bom...
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