"
Mister Wes walked across the porch toward Doctor Elton. "What
you think, Doc?"
Old Mister Hawk and the man he was talking with both quit
chewing their tobacco and moved closer to the doctor, too. Old
Mister Hawk cupped a hand behind one ear, like he thought the
doctor was going to say something special. All the other men got
quiet. And I stayed still, because I didn't know what Doctor
Elton was fixing to tell Mister Wes.
"Y'all, this is a bad business. Death always is. A man in his
prime is gone. And a sickly young widow has eight young'uns at
her knees and another on her lap. Their prospects are mighty
bleak. Her kinfolks will have to take them in, I reckon. But it
appears that Ward's was a case where a man brought death on
himself, one way or another. And I honestly doubt if an inquest
would do him or anybody else any good."
"We just won't hold none then. I'm gonna go down the lane and
look 'round one more time so's I can figger just where Ward was
tryin' to climb over the fence when his gun went off.
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