"
"Good Lord, Wes. We all thought that!"
"Me, I don't blame you for killin' him, Jodie! You had-"
"Now look here, Wes! You-"
"You had ever' reason-all the dirt Ward done you! Ever'body
knows that!"
"Wes Bailey! Sure, I hated Ward's guts! But I didn't kill him!
Now if you want to see the man with the motive, you go look
in a mirror!"
"Naw, Jodie, all that ruckus about the old feud didn't amount
to nothin'."
"I ain't speaking of the feud, Wes. I ain't wanting to talk
what took place at your house Sunday night, but if you insist,
I'll tell every last man standing in this store!"
"Hold on a minute, Jodie! Hold on! Let's- Let's not-We better
talk this over! Sheriff, don't you aim-"
"Mister Jodie, regardless of what happened Sunday night, or
what was said yesterday, or who killed this squirrel y'all been
talking about, I'll have to ask you to come back to town with me
for questioning. We've got to get to the bottom of this!"
I looked up at Mister Wes. His face had turned red, and he
was breathing loud as a horse.
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