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She
picked
up
the
reins
.
But
she
knew
there
would
be
no
further
discussion
.
She
knew
that
the
matter
had
ended
there
and
she
knew
Johnnie
knew
it
.
As
she
drove
off
down
the
path
to
the
Decatur
road
her
conscience
battled
with
her
desire
for
money
.
She
knew
she
had
no
business
exposing
human
lives
to
the
hard
little
man
's
mercies
.
If
he
should
cause
the
death
of
one
of
them
she
would
be
as
guilty
as
he
was
,
for
she
had
kept
him
in
charge
after
learning
of
his
brutalities
.
But
,
on
the
other
hand
--
well
,
on
the
other
hand
,
men
had
no
business
getting
to
be
convicts
.
If
they
broke
laws
and
got
caught
,
then
they
deserved
what
they
got
.
This
partly
salved
her
conscience
but
as
she
drove
down
the
road
the
dull
thin
faces
of
the
convicts
would
keep
coming
back
into
her
mind
.
"
Oh
,
I
'll
think
of
them
later
,
"
she
decided
,
and
pushed
the
thought
into
the
lumber
room
of
her
mind
and
shut
the
door
upon
it
.
The
sun
had
completely
gone
when
she
reached
the
bend
in
the
road
above
Shantytown
and
the
woods
about
her
were
dark
.
With
the
disappearance
of
the
sun
,
a
bitter
chill
had
fallen
on
the
twilight
world
and
a
cold
wind
blew
through
the
dark
woods
,
making
the
bare
boughs
crack
and
the
dead
leaves
rustle
.
She
had
never
been
out
this
late
by
herself
and
she
was
uneasy
and
wished
herself
home
.
Big
Sam
was
nowhere
to
be
seen
and
,
as
she
drew
rein
to
wait
for
him
,
she
worried
about
his
absence
,
fearing
the
Yankees
might
have
already
picked
him
up
.
Then
she
heard
footsteps
coming
up
the
path
from
the
settlement
and
a
sigh
of
relief
went
through
her
lips
.
She
'd
certainly
dress
Sam
down
for
keeping
her
waiting
.
But
it
was
n't
Sam
who
came
round
the
bend
.
It
was
a
big
ragged
white
man
and
a
squat
black
negro
with
shoulders
and
chest
like
a
gorilla
.
Swiftly
she
flapped
the
reins
on
the
horse
's
back
and
clutched
the
pistol
.
The
horse
started
to
trot
and
suddenly
shied
as
the
white
man
threw
up
his
hand
.
"
Lady
,
"
he
said
,
"
can
you
give
me
a
quarter
?
I
'm
sure
hungry
.
"
"
Get
out
of
the
way
,
"
she
answered
,
keeping
her
voice
as
steady
as
she
could
.
"
I
have
n't
got
any
money
.
Giddap
.
"
