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Marjorie
begged
her
husband
not
to
go
hunting
after
the
girls
alone
,
and
not
to
take
their
son
if
he
felt
he
had
to
go
after
them
,
but
she
could
have
saved
her
breath
.
He
took
the
shotgun
he
kept
mounted
in
the
mudroom
high
out
of
the
reach
of
little
hands
,
and
gave
Howie
the
.22
they
had
been
saving
for
his
birthday
in
July
.
Then
they
went
,
neither
of
them
paying
the
slightest
attention
to
the
shrieking
,
weeping
woman
who
wanted
to
know
what
they
would
do
if
they
met
a
gang
of
wandering
hobos
or
a
bunch
of
bad
niggers
escaped
from
the
county
farm
over
in
Laduc
.
In
this
I
think
the
men
were
right
,
you
know
.
The
blood
was
no
longer
runny
,
but
it
was
only
tacky
yet
,
and
still
closer
to
true
red
than
the
maroon
that
comes
when
blood
has
well
dried
.
The
abduction
had
n't
happened
too
long
ago
.
Klaus
must
have
reasoned
that
there
was
still
a
chance
for
his
girls
,
and
he
meant
to
take
it
.
Neither
one
of
them
could
track
worth
a
damn
--
they
were
gatherers
,
not
hunters
,
men
who
went
into
the
woods
after
coon
and
deer
in
their
seasons
not
because
they
much
wanted
to
,
but
because
it
was
an
expected
thing
.
And
the
dooryard
around
the
house
was
a
blighted
patch
of
dirt
with
tracks
all
overlaid
in
a
meaningless
tangle
.
They
went
around
the
barn
,
and
saw
almost
at
once
why
Bowser
,
a
bad
biter
but
a
good
barker
,
had
n't
sounded
the
alarm
.
He
lay
half
in
and
half
out
of
a
doghouse
which
had
been
built
of
leftover
barnboards
(
there
was
a
signboard
with
the
word
Bowser
neatly
printed
on
it
over
the
curved
hole
in
the
front
--
I
saw
a
photograph
of
it
in
one
of
the
papers
)
,
his
head
turned
most
of
the
way
around
on
his
neck
.
It
would
have
taken
a
man
of
enormous
power
to
have
done
that
to
such
a
big
animal
,
the
prosecutor
later
told
John
Coffey
's
jury
...
and
then
he
had
looked
long
and
meaningfully
at
the
hulking
defendant
,
sitting
behind
the
defense
table
with
his
eyes
cast
down
and
wearing
a
brand-new
pair
of
state-bought
bib
overalls
that
looked
like
damnation
in
and
of
themselves
.
Beside
the
dog
,
Klaus
and
Howie
found
a
scrap
of
cooked
link
sausage
.
The
theory
--
a
sound
one
,
I
have
no
doubt
--
was
that
Coffey
had
first
charmed
the
dog
with
treats
,
and
then
,
as
Bowser
began
to
eat
the
last
one
,
had
reached
out
his
hands
and
broken
its
neck
with
one
mighty
snap
of
his
wrists
.
Beyond
the
barn
was
Detterick
's
north
pasture
,
where
no
cows
would
graze
that
day
.
It
was
drenched
with
morning
dew
,
and
leading
off
through
it
,
cutting
on
a
diagonal
to
the
northwest
and
plain
as
day
,
was
the
beaten
track
of
a
man
's
passage
.
Even
in
his
state
of
near-hysteria
,
Klaus
Detterick
hesitated
at
first
to
follow
it
.
It
was
n't
fear
of
the
man
or
men
who
had
taken
his
daughters
;
it
was
fear
of
following
the
abductor
's
backtrail
...
of
going
off
in
exactly
the
wrong
direction
at
a
time
when
every
second
might
count
.
Howie
solved
that
dilemma
by
plucking
a
shred
of
yellow
cotton
cloth
from
a
bush
growing
just
beyond
the
edge
of
the
dooryard
.
Klaus
was
shown
this
same
scrap
of
cloth
as
he
sat
on
the
witness
stand
,
and
began
to
weep
as
he
identified
it
as
a
piece
of
his
daughter
Kathe
's
sleeping-shorts
.
Twenty
yards
beyond
it
,
hanging
from
the
jutting
finger
of
a
juniper
shrub
,
they
found
a
piece
of
faded
green
cloth
that
matched
the
nightie
Cora
had
been
wearing
when
she
kissed
her
ma
and
pa
goodnight
.
The
Dettericks
,
father
and
son
,
set
off
at
a
near-run
with
their
guns
held
in
front
of
them
,
as
soldiers
do
when
crossing
contested
ground
under
heavy
fire
.
If
I
wonder
at
anything
that
happened
that
day
,
it
is
that
the
boy
,
chasing
desperately
after
his
father
(
and
often
in
danger
of
being
left
behind
completely
)
,
never
fell
and
put
a
bullet
in
Klaus
Detterick
's
back
.
The
farmhouse
was
on
the
exchange
--
another
sign
to
the
neighbors
that
the
Dettericks
were
prospering
,
at
least
moderately
,
in
disastrous
times
--
and
Marjorie
used
Central
to
call
as
many
of
her
neighbors
that
were
also
on
the
exchange
as
she
could
,
telling
them
of
the
disaster
which
had
fallen
like
a
lightning-stroke
out
of
a
clear
sky
,
knowing
that
each
call
would
produce
overlapping
ripples
,
like
pebbles
tossed
rapidly
into
a
stilly
pond
.
Then
she
lifted
the
handset
one
last
time
,
and
spoke
those
words
that
were
almost
a
trademark
of
the
early
telephone
systems
of
that
time
,
at
least
in
the
rural
South
:
"
Hello
,
Central
,
are
you
on
the
line
?
"
Central
was
,
but
for
a
moment
could
say
nothing
,
that
worthy
woman
was
all
agog
.
At
last
she
managed
,
"
Yes
,
ma'am
.
Mrs.
Detterick
,
I
sure
am
,
oh
dear
sweet
blessed
Jesus
,
I
'm
a-prayin
right
now
that
your
little
girls
are
all
right
--
"
"
Yes
,
thank
you
,
"
Marjorie
said
.
"
But
you
tell
the
Lord
to
wait
long
enough
for
you
to
put
me
through
to
the
high
sheriff
's
office
down
Tefton
,
all
right
?
"
