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Unformatted text preview: iding in a motel in another town. "Any suspicious characters on the jury?" I asked. "Maybe. Everybody's worried about that crippled boy from out near Dumas. Fargarson. Hurt his back in a sawmill owned by his uncle. The uncle sold timber to the Padgitts many years ago. The boy has some attitude. Gaddis wanted to bump him but he ran out of challenges." The crippled boy walked with a cane and was at least twenty-five years old. Harry Rex referred to anyone younger than himself, and especially me, as "boy." "But with the Padgitts you never know," he continued. "Hell, they could own half the jury by now." "You don't really believe that, do you?" "Naw, but a hung jury wouldn't surprise me either. It might take two or three shots at this boy before Ernie gets him." "But he will go to prison, won't he?" The thought of Danny Padgitt escaping punishment frightened me. I had invested myself in the town of Clanton, and if its justice was so corruptible then I didn't want to stay. "They'll hang his ass." "Good. The death penalty?" "I'd bet on it, eventually. This is the buckle of the Bible Belt, Willie. An eye for an eye, all that crap. Loopus'll do everything he can to help Ernie get a death verdict." Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html I then made the mistake of asking him why he was working so late. A divorce client had left town on business, then sneaked back to catch his wife with her boyfriend. The client and Harry Rex had spent the last two hours in a borrowed pickup behind a hot-sheets motel north of town. As it turned out, the wife had two boyfriends. The story took half an hour to tell. Chapter Fifteen Tuesday morning, almost two hours were wasted as the lawyers wrangled over some hotly contested motions back in the Judge's chambers. "Probably the photographs," Baggy kept saying. "They always fight over the photographs." Since we were not privy to their little war, we waited impatiently in the courtroom, holding our seats. I wro...
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