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He
winced
.
"
The
man
might
've
taken
off
after
Wharton
himself
,
if
he
'd
had
him
some
big
old
brothers
or
cousins
to
give
him
a
help
,
but
he
did
n't
.
So
he
went
to
Catlett
,
but
made
it
clear
he
only
wanted
Wharton
warned
.
No
one
wants
a
nasty
thing
like
that
right
out
in
public
,
if
it
can
be
helped
.
Anyway
,
Sheriff
C.
had
been
dealing
with
Wharton
's
antics
for
quite
some
time
--
had
him
in
the
reform
school
up
that
way
for
eight
months
or
so
when
Wharton
was
fifteen
--
and
he
decided
enough
was
enough
.
He
got
three
deputies
,
they
went
out
to
the
Wharton
place
,
set
Missus
Wharton
aside
when
she
started
to
weep
and
wail
,
and
then
they
warned
Mr.
William
"
Billy
the
Kid
"
Wharton
what
happens
to
big
pimple-faced
galoots
who
go
up
in
the
hayloft
with
girls
not
even
old
enough
to
have
heard
about
their
monthly
courses
,
let
alone
started
them
.
"
We
warned
that
little
punk
good
,
"
Catlett
told
me
.
"
Warned
him
until
his
head
was
bleedin
,
his
shoulder
was
dislocated
,
and
his
ass
was
damn
near
broke
.
"
Brutal
was
laughing
in
spite
of
himself
.
"
That
sounds
like
Purdom
County
,
all
right
,
"
he
said
.
"
Like
as
not
.
"
"
It
was
three
months
later
,
give
or
take
,
that
Wharton
broke
out
and
started
the
spree
that
ended
with
the
holdup
,
"
I
said
.
"
That
and
the
murders
that
got
him
to
us
.
"
"
So
he
'd
had
something
to
do
with
an
underage
girl
once
,
"
Harry
said
.
He
took
off
his
glasses
,
huffed
on
them
,
polished
them
.
"
Way
underage
.
Once
is
n't
exactly
a
pattern
,
is
it
?
"
"
A
man
does
n't
do
a
thing
like
that
just
once
,
"
my
wife
said
,
then
pressed
her
lips
together
so
tight
they
almost
were
n't
there
.
Next
I
told
them
about
my
visit
to
Trapingus
County
.
I
'd
been
a
lot
more
frank
with
Rob
McGee
--
I
'd
had
no
choice
,
really
.
To
this
day
I
have
no
idea
what
sort
of
story
he
spun
for
Mr.
Detterick
,
but
the
McGee
who
sat
down
next
to
me
in
the
diner
seemed
to
have
aged
seven
years
.
In
mid-May
,
about
a
month
before
the
holdup
and
the
murders
which
finished
Wharton
's
short
career
as
an
outlaw
,
Klaus
Detterick
had
painted
his
barn
(
and
,
incidentally
,
Bowser
's
doghouse
next
to
it
)
.
He
had
n't
wanted
his
son
crawling
around
up
on
a
high
scaffolding
,
and
the
boy
had
been
in
school
,
anyway
,
so
he
had
hired
a
fellow
.
A
nice
enough
fellow
.
Very
quiet
.
Three
days
,
work
it
had
been
.
No
,
the
fellow
had
n't
slept
at
the
house
,
Detterick
was
n't
foolish
enough
to
believe
that
nice
and
quiet
always
meant
safe
,
especially
in
those
days
,
when
there
was
so
much
dust-bowl
riffraff
on
the
roads
.
A
man
with
a
family
had
to
be
careful
.
In
any
case
,
the
man
had
n't
needed
lodging
;
he
told
Detterick
he
had
taken
a
room
in
town
,
at
Eva
Price
's
.
There
was
a
lady
named
Eva
Price
in
Tefton
,
and
she
did
rent
rooms
,
but
she
had
n't
had
a
boarder
that
May
who
fit
the
description
of
Detterick
's
hired
man
,
just
the
usual
fellows
in
checked
suits
and
derby
hats
,
hauling
sample
cases
--
drummers
,
in
other
words
.
McGee
had
been
able
to
tell
me
that
because
he
stopped
at
Mrs.
Price
's
and
checked
on
his
way
back
from
the
Detterick
farm
--
that
's
how
upset
he
was
.
