Suspense in Southern Indiana...

An old woman, Lurleen, lives in the backwoods alone and her part-time neighbor is a shy, city man who purchased a tract of land from her as a getaway. An energy corporation wants to strip-mine for shale oil on their rural acreage and hires a local thug to apply selling pressure – but he ends up missing. His best friend, the sheriff, wants to know why. Lurleen is the only witness to the truth. Keeping it secret cements the bond with her young friend as they battle the corporation bent on devastating the ridge. A cast of idiosynchratic characters add to the story combining legal drama with eco-terrorism.

About the Author:

Keith J. Hampton has written articles for the Gary Post Tribune, INCAA, Water Gardening Magazine and Mother Earth News. He has also written for many regional ad campaigns in print, radio and video. Keith is at work on a second novel about the seamy underbelly of the world of fine art and galleries.

He currently lives in Brownsburg, Indiana and has his own fine art and graphic design firm. Beneath the Ridge

by Keith J. Hampton

©2003, all rights reserved. Author’s Note

Clichés are often used in literature because of their prevalence in reality. The characters and names in this book (along with their deeds) are totally fictitious, although they were inspired by various individuals I’ve met or dealt with in Crawford County, Indiana. Their personalities, mannerisms and modes of living are real, delightful and a continued inspiration.

Crawford County, English, Taswell, French Lick, Mifflin, Jasper and Otter Creek are all actual places in southern Indiana, however many of the towns’ histories or physical traits are idealized. The law firms and justice systems in Indiana related herein are completely fictitious and no connection to reality is implied.

I wish to thank to Captain Roger Call, Investigations Division Commander of Hendricks County Sheriff’s Office for consulting me in various details of crime investigation. I also wish to thank Betty Conklin, Assistant Attorney General of Indiana, for her help with information regarding jurisprudence and the court. My warmest thanks to the women at the Danville, Indiana court offices for their help regarding land records and plat books. Some answers to my legal questions regarding this story were found in “The Truths of Justice”, a book by the Honorable Richard Rittenbrand, a veteran superior court judge in Connecticut. The skills of my initial editior, Heidi Newman, are deeply appreciated. Prologue the bramble beyond the light’s reach.

Dull engine noise and beams of headlights came over the hill, He set the flashlight down and aimed it at the vein while he shining through fog and lighting the trunks of several trees. worked loose a small chunk. He held the rock with a pair of An arc of white swung around and the jeep bounced to a stop pliers and lit it with a cigarette lighter. Within seconds a dull in front of a downed sycamore. Lights and engine were shut red flame hovered about its top and tarrish smoke swirled off and the jazz of crickets and peeper frogs took over. After away. He smiled as it dropped into the water with a short negotiating miles of a forgotten logging road, the rest of the hiss. Within minutes, he’d dug out several pounds of the man’s journey would now be on foot. He found his dirty purplish mineral, putting it into jars. He then crumbled a rucksack, looped it over one shoulder and climbed out to look small sample into a test tube and added some water. He put around, scratching his unshaved face. Faint light was growing a few drops of chemical into the mixture. Corking it, he shook in the east. He would need to hurry. It was his last such trip the tube and waited, marking time on his wristwatch. He for this assignment. watched it closely in the halogen light as a greenish glow reflected off of his glasses. The test confirmed his find. He He clambered up the ridge through catbriar and young beech took out a small GPS device and after a few minutes, noted to a clearing at the top. A small, darkened cabin was at the the latitude and longitude of the site. edge of the woods but it went unnoticed by the man as he continued across the flats and down toward a stream valley. He quickly packed up the samples, retraced his steps and was by the jeep when he heard the first birdsongs of morning. He Ducking tree branches and waving away spider webs, he laid the rucksack in the back seat and picked up a clipboard. waded downstream for a few hundred yards, studying the Figures were hastily jotted down on a portion of topo map and banks with a flashlight. Suddenly he stopped. Aiming the he flipped it over to record the GPS readings on a gridded light at the northern bank, he dropped the rucksack on a sheet of paper, the last in a column of fourteen similar entries. sandbar. He dug into the bag and brought out a hand-shovel The report would soon make its way back to the company in and a box containing small jars and test tubes. His mind was Terre Haute that hired him. It would be welcome news. fixed on the eroded bank where the light revealed a scabrous purple layer nearly three feet deep, stretching ahead under

1 2 There would be little reason to single out one ridge over another environment, evolving over time. The trees’ presence helped in southern Indiana. Meandering shapes give each one a determine moisture and temperature, their growth rings writing similar appearance, their size gradually increasing until they a silent diary of yearly rainfall. reach the banks of the Ohio River. However, one specific ridge was strangely unique. It held its own secrets, some faded and A few animals began to inhabit the ridge; small mammals, forgotten, some revealed in time. primitive deer and the preditors that hunted them. Larger herbivores moved to grasslands in the north, yet there were no The ridges were born when the earth’s crust was thrust cognizant witnesses to these changes. Animal minds were tuned vertically in prehistoric earthquakes or volcanic upheaval. Worn only to survival. Instinct alone led them through the woodland by glacial run-off, this ridge became a gentle hill 780 feet above maze and over time each began to change according to their sea level. As glaciers receded, the ground warmed from an need and purpose. Natural culling of species decided which ancient, hotter sun. Windborne seeds from the flora-rich south adapted and proliferated and which died off for all eternity, took hold in bare soil. Grasses and early flowers monopolized adding their story to the earth by becoming fossilized with the area with the eventual appearance of vines and brush. minerals or turning to dust, chapters of the land’s layered history. These became cover for the first vast forests to develop, cooling the ecosystem again, keeping air temperatures near 65 degrees.

Heavy rains fell from a super-heated upper atmosphere, adding to the runoff from retreating ice shelves. Arteries of rushing water recarved the ridge, cutting caves and sinkholes, deeply cleaving the surrounding valleys with streambeds. Violent as they were, the storms were muffled by dense tree trunks, some more than twelve feet thick. The leafy giants would continue to grow, their limbs weaving a canopy thick enough for animals to traverse the forest without touching the ground. Gigantic ferns and other shade-loving plants grew in the darkened 3 4 Chapter 1 Lurleen’s trailer skirting was stained orange from her efforts to keep a garden of bachelor’s buttons alive. Each year, their At the bottom of Cedar Ridge sat a house-trailer with siding stems struggled up through the rusty clay to wave their the color of paper grocery sacks. It was the last occupied short-lived pinks and blues in light breezes that came down space at the end of the only passable road through the area the creekbed near her home. and was the home of Lurleen Briscoe, a 68-year-old widow, living out her retirement in solitude. Her husband had died She sat inside in the remaining chair of a used aluminum years before in a tent factory fire near Chicago. They bought dinette set she’d purchased at Walter’s Wares in Orleans. The 120 acres in southern Indiana early in their marriage and rest of the chairs had worn out, victims of time or abuse – or paid it off while working at the same factory that spelled her both. The remaining chair held fast, the red vinyl cracked husband’s demise. Typical of men with low incomes, he had and burnt in two places from carelessly held cigarettes. She no life insurance and the land they owned in the south was was waiting for Eustes, her younger brother. He’d promised now the life-raft on which she drifted through her golden years. to mow the lawn but was three hours late. Now, with the gathering heat of the day, the chore would go undone. Lurleen was exhausted. She had not slept well the previous night. It showed on her skin, pale blue-tinted circles hung Lurleen lit another Lark, her seventh since sitting down. The under her eyes, the lines in her face creased around a ashtray was overloaded with butts. The whine of a chainsaw triangular jaw, and stray hairs framed her in a wispy grey veil on top of the ridge reached her ears. Years before, she’d sold a that moved and fluttered while she walked or exhaled smoke. parcel of land to a young man and when he visited it he was It showed in her clothes, each wrinkled layer far from white. constantly working. She wondered where he got his energy. Bad water colored them with the same pale orange that it col- She dragged heavily on her cigarette and looked around the ored everything she washed. It was heavy with iron, a mineral cramped dining area. Magazines were piled in odd stacks, many could not afford to filter out or didn’t care about. In dust-coated and stained with coffee cup rings. She gleaned Crawford County, water came out of the ground as if it were her pension and social security checks from yesterday’s mail; tinted with red paint and left its ghost on anything it touched. the rest lay in scattered, unopened piles.

5 6 Sunlight filtered through the front window, grazing her cheek husband in the ’40s, she rented the room behind the grocery and highlighting the thin white fur on her jaw. The light would store in Mifflin, a small town nearby. Working there part time, have been brighter but her windows hadn’t been cleaned since she helped stock the shelves and wait on the few customers the day the trailer was hauled in and set up on blocks. Many that stopped for a snack or gossip. said that she’d picked a bad spot, too low and easily flooded. But the water only came up to the carport – even in the flood In those days she’d get up early in the morning and bathe, of ’96, Crawford County’s worst. In truth, Lurleen’s land was thinking about the possibility of meeting a man. After her too high in the ridges for water to deepen before it ran out of hair was dry, she’d look in an antique mirror and pose in what she called “her valley”. various angles. “In the right light, I could do well,” she’d say, smiling wanly at the dim reflection that filtered through the She let out a plume of cigarette smoke and looked down at her worn silvering. hands with resignation. Although she’d taken a bath the day before, already the morning’s heat caused her to ripen in the But that was many years and a marriage ago. With heart and stained waffle-weave shirt she’d worn since Monday. She was mind hardened by time and the early loss of a husband, she faintly aware of her odor, but didn’t care. Why should she? did not allow herself thoughts of romance. At her age, she There wasn’t anyone important coming to visit and she figured figured there was no point in worrying about it anyway. Like it would just waste water to bathe daily. The lack of rain had her makeup, Lurleen’s romantic side had dried out and was left her cistern low. Since water was in short supply, she did- shoved to the back of a drawer. She put two slices of white n’t like using it except for coffee or cooking. Lately she’d only bread into the toaster and checked the clock. Eustes! Lord, been having coffee for breakfast, but this morning she was it’s 10:30, she thought while walking to the front of her trailer unusually hungry. to peek at the driveway again. She knew her brother was a no-show. © 2004, Keith J. Hampton She rose out of the chair and got the bread out to make toast. As she grabbed the chrome toaster off the shelf, she caught Although it was only mid-morning, Eustes had already drunk her reflection. There was a time when she thought herself half a bottle of Wild Turkey and was now held by etherous attractive. Before she’d moved to Chicago with her new slumber in the back seat of his rusted-out ’73 Monte Carlo 7 8 which sat in his elderly parents’ driveway. The sun burned The John Deere was put behind her trailer under a blue into the grimy windows and made a warm nest that deepened plastic tarp, held down by cinderblocks. Lurleen spent that his stupor. His heavy, unshaved face lay against the faded entire summer on the back porch with her leg in a cast and blue vinyl and rivulets of sweat the color of weak tea ran from stared at the mower while she smoked. A local boy would his dirty neck onto the floorboard below. An orange tank top come over with a push mower and do the small yard for three had absorbed its fill and revealed his pale, bloated torso in a dollars. A few times he asked her why he couldn’t use the new bulbous, nearly liquid topography. lawn tractor but Lurleen would only frown and go inside. She wouldnt let a soul near the machine that she swore nearly Even though he promised to mow Lurleen’s lawn, Eustes killed her. wasn’t going to waste time working when he could be enjoying his paycheck in alchohol form. Besides, he thought, she Lurleen finished her coffee, stubbed out her cigarette and got needed to learn how to do it on her own with the riding up from the dinette set to peer at the mound out back under mower. It wasn’t his fault she had an accident the first time the blue plastic. “No way I’m doing that again,” she said. She she tried using it. “Get back up on the horse,” he’d say, pushed open the screen door and went out. It slammed taunting her. But she had been scared of the mower since the repeatedly closed, each thwak softer, echoing up the valley as day it arrived. she navigated the uneven lawn to her mailbox, her hands held in front of her in case she fell. Spring was at its peak, but When the Farm Bureau Co-op people dropped the big green Lurleen didn’t notice. The trailer reflected bright yellow from box off, Lurleen was sure it was a mistake. She soon found a nearby forsythia and might normally have brought a smilex out her mother had purchased the riding mower for her birth- to her face. Not today. Once again, Eustes broke his promise. day. Evangeline thought it might make her daughter strong enough to shake off the past and start doing things for her- self. For five years she took in sewing and then sold a few prized antiques in order to buy it. Lurleen had never used a riding mower before and foolishly took it sideways up a steep hill. The resulting accident broke her right leg in two places. 9 10 Chapter 2 early years of her practice as a junior partner at a law firm in Bloomington. She had a bad temper and after a violent Dubois County is much like Crawford, but luck put incident involving a secretary and a well-thrust pencil, she several large, navigable streams within its borders. The fled to Jasper to work at a small law firm dealing in town of Jasper is sited at the confluence of the Patoka contract law. She was soon ousted, however, due to angry River and Hall Creek. A prosperous milling center first, outbursts and lack of self-control at meetings. then later a depot for rail shipments of lumber, Jasper soon grew into a small city that offered modern Tanya had a formidable presence from early on. During conveniences as each was invented . childhood, she was much larger than other children and – due to her bullying – they avoided her. She ran rough- Jasper’s prosperity quickly spread to nearby towns. French Lick shod over the rest of the members of the highschool debate to the north was soon discovered by the wealthy in the 1890s team and she was unstoppable in college and law school. for its hot springs which supposedly provided “healing” waters. This was attributed to her quick temper and reputation for Although not as prosperous as Jasper, it grew into a town large not backing down. Her size only helped reinforce the image. enough to support a hospital, library and a few hotels. In matters of law she treated the courthouse staff like it In the population explosion of the early 1900s, divorce and was high school and she was still in charge. Rude and crime were ever-present, and the county had its share of pushy, Tanya usually got her way with prosecutors and court cases. The number of lawyers matched the increase other lawyers between trials. She was also known to turn a of crime and divorce and every spring a new batch of trial to her favor by using less-than-savory tactics if she young attorneys emerged from law school to seek their couldn’t get her way legally. She gained secret information fortunes in southern Indiana. on most of the judges in surrounding counties and knew how to use it. Attorney Tanya Primor handled smaller cases in the area; divorce, DWI and petty crimes. Tanya was schooled She began her own practice, starting with business cases. at Indiana University’s law school, and afterward spent the But Tanya couldn’t hold on to business clients or 11 12 employees. Her impatient treatment of her staff and her temper. No matter, she thought, I don’t need a man. She clients eventually became fodder for gossip in the small liked her world a singular one and she would let no man town. Employees fled and business clientele evaporated. make it otherwise. High fees were hard to accept for low-income clients and her demeaning treatment didn’t make things easier. “Tanya the In the rare conversation she’d impose upon an unsuspecting Terrible” became her nickname and only those without prior ear, the subject was always herself and her work. If the other knowledge would hire her. party strayed from those two subjects, she’d steamroll their views as unimportant. Eye contact was not a part of her Regardless of the bloody trail leading to victory, Tanya always social skills. She tended instead to look around as if won for the few clients she found. However, her reputation inspecting a hotel suite for cleanliness. If the other party preceded her in social and legal circles and due to her flagging tried to interject, they would be loudly talked down. Any income, she eventually moved her practice into her home. She opinion that did not match hers was met with harsh words, a turned a spare room into an office, decorating it in burgundy cynical laugh and then the back of her mail-order pantsuits. and hunter green with dark cherry furniture and accents of gold. An entrance on the side of her house opened directly On one particular Friday, Tanya sat at her desk most of the into a small lobby. She didn’t like having strangers come into morning, preparing briefs for a conference. It was work her living area and housework was not her strong suit. normally performed by paralegals in larger firms, but Tanya’s one-woman office required her to handle it all. She didnt Tanya could have been beautiful if it weren’t for her weight. mind busy work, however, and preferred doing it herself Irish blood afforded her flawless skin and straight auburn instead of adding “training” to her list of duties while she paid hair, but genetics gave her virtually no metabolism. Low someone else to screw it up. I’m eating lunch soon, she self-esteem kept Tanya in a heart-clogging cycle: eating to thought with a smilex, and I deserve a nice long one. numb depression, realization of weight gain later and depres- sion again. The situation only compounded itself, because A little after Tanya finished her potato soup and ham few men would come near due to both her weight and her sandwich, the phone rang.

13 14 “Primor Law Office,” she said as she slowly sat down behind resided on by a wrongful owner.” her desk. She missed having a receptionist. “And?” “Hi, this is Mason Wilcotte. I need to speak with Tanya “Well, we’d like you to handle some paperwork for the real Primor... ?” the man said. owner.” “Speaking,” she said bluntly. “Look, I already told you, I don’t handle real estate law.” “Hello, Ms. Primor, I’m calling in regards to a property owner “Yes, I know you said that, but Ms. Primor, we don’t seem to be over in Crawford County. I represent an oil speculation firm able to find a decent lawyer in that county and we were given out of Terre Haute and we’d like you to handle a case for us your name by one of the district judges in Orange County as regarding this property.” someone that always seems to come out on top.” “Well, first off, call me Tanya. Secondly, Mr. Wilcotte, I’m He’s stroking me, she thought. “Well, that’s nice of you to afraid that’s a bit out of my league. I handle divorce, DWI, say, Mr. Wilcotte, but like I said...” custody, petty crimes, that kind of thing. I don’t do real estate “Well, if you just give me a minute, would a one-thousand law, but thanks for calling,” she said, ready to hang up the dollar retainer be suitable to begin with?” phone and help herself to dessert. “Wait, don’t hang up” , Mason said. Tanya began making dollar signs on her deskpad with her pen. “Why not?” “Uh, I think that would be fair, but I still don’t know the “Well, this could be a particularly lucrative case if you just details. Why are you so interested in this piece of land?” give me a minute to explain.” “Why don’t I send you a brief on the case along with the retainer check. After that, if you’d like, I can come down there to meet Tanya looked at the clock on her desk. It had been awhile with you and answer any questions.” since she’d worked on anything larger than a custody battle “Well... I guess that’s OK. Do you need my address?” and she was having trouble collecting for that one. She “No, Ms. Primor, we already have all that information. I’ll put exhaled heavily and looked up at the ceiling. this in the mail today. Thanks for your time, Ms. Primor.” “OK, I’m all ears. What’s the story?” “Uh, thanks for calling.” “My firm is interested in a piece of land that we think is She hung up the phone and looked across her office, currently in the wrong hands – I mean, it currently is being wondering which judge had recommended her. 15 16 Chapter 3 guitar, planting vegetables and reading than shooting animals for the “sport” of it. No amount of coercing from his older Seemingly endless, noise from the small engine drowned out brothers could make him change. Ronald Lambert felt his anything natural. Near the top of the ridge, the young man son was cowardly and bookish, placing blame on his mother was struggling to get an old lawn mower through heavy grass. for endulging him in flower gardens and nature walks. Even Into his third hour of work, he was wearing out sooner than his sister was more a sportsman than he was, catching fish or the engine would. He’d mown down the weeds around a bagging a deer nearly every year. cabin and outhouse, cut the lane that led up to both, and was finishing the drive from the gate. On his last swath he Jason loved camping and being in nature. Even so, no one smiled. He knew there was a cold beer waiting for him. His took him seriously when he said he wanted to find some land cooler was stored in back, out of the sun, under the long roof, and build a cabin. Friends thought he was crazy for buying near a shovel, rake and other odd objects that didn’t fit in the land far away from anything and his father was completely one-room cabin. Almost done, he thought, wiping sweat from against the idea. By the time Jason revealed the truth about his eyebrows. He felt good. Physical labor didn’t bother him. his purchase, it was too late for anyone to stop him. He’d With his shirt off, the slight breeze grazed against his wet already closed the deal and made his first payment before he skin, almost refreshing. But his legs were getting tired. He came forward with the news. considered them the weakest part of his body – always cold in the winter, not much good for summer bike rides. And Jason “What do you plan to do down there? You don’t even hunt!” loved long bike rides. his father said out of anger, mostly because he hadn’t been consulted. “Oh, I’ll find plenty of things to do,” Jason stated, Jason Lambert was the youngest of five children. He proudly. You’d never understand what I’m planning, he inherited olive skin, angular features and a small frame from thought privately. his mother and creativity and stamina from his father. Though he was slight, he could outlast men twice his size at Jason actually had lots of plans, the main one was any task. Born into a family of outdoorsy types and hunters, to replace the family cabin in Pennsylvania his he was the oddball. He found more pleasure in playing his grandparents had sold, lost like other family heirlooms. 17 18 The old cabin held a special place in his life and pained him to disappointed. The lots were an acre wide by ten acres deep, all think it was gone forever. The wooded retreat was where he side by side. Huge power lines crossed the development at an had first encountered nature. Not every-day nature that angle and each parcel was victim to the odd hum that exists in the suburbs; the migration of Monarch butterflys, emanated from the thick cables. ants on the sidewalk or maple seedlings. This was real nature: moss-covered mountains and huge trees, damp He walked back up to the office trailer and said “no thanks” to mineral smells after the rain, salamanders in rocky streams, the agent. An old, bleary-eyed man was sitting near the door bucks snorting behind hemlocks. Although the cabin was and as Jason left, he tugged at his sleeve and asked what kind actually just a small, drafty cottage with a leaky roof and was of land he was looking for. cold in the winter no matter how much wood you threw in the “Secluded, wooded. The more wild, the better,” he said. cook-stove, he had loved it and still treasured its memory. The old man slowly stood up, a slight odor of vodka came from Now he was the only one in the family that seemed able or him. willing to replace it and he proudly took up the challenge. “Here’s my card,” he said, handing Jason a dirty, frazzled rec- tangle of stock that looked like it had been in the rain. He read a pile of books with titles like “How to Build a Cabin “Rodney Shakleford’s m’name and I hear ’bout land usually by Hand in the Wilderness” or “Homesteading One Weekend ’fore a paper does”. at a Time”, all the while searching for the perfect piece of land. Jason looked at him sideways and smiled. He spent day after day poring over the real-estate section. “Yeah, really?” © 2004, Keith J. Hampton Local prices for raw land were outlandish and well out of his The old man came closer, his voice hushed with conspiracy. budget. Anything near Brown County – a wooded area most “Looka here, land goes up for sale down here alla time.” people chose for their getaways – was over a thousand an acre. He looked at the agent and back at Jason. “Most ain’t listed. Hit passes from one hand t’anotha real His quest for wilderness with a lower price tag took him quick. You wannit, ya gotta know ’bout it ’fore anyone else.” further and further south. Eventually he spotted an ad for Jason looked at the card and back at the man. 10-acre lots near the Little Blue River and drove three hours “Give ye call next time somethin’ comes up that fits yer to see them. After he arrived, he walked the property and was description, but you betta be ready to drive down thisaway the

19 20 same day. Whats yer number?”. Jason wrote it down on a under his feet. Breathing hard, he crested the top and saw an pad of paper that was near and handed it to the man. opening in a grove of pine trees, angled rays of the sun lit rye- “Call ya when I hear somethin’.” grass stems in persimmon aura. He walked into the small Jason nodded. “OK, great. I’ll wait to hear from you.” meadow and something vibrated within him. He looked at the On the drive back home, he figured the guy was an old drunk dark green pines against a cobalt sky and breathed in. The and he’d probably never hear from him. Two weeks later the air smelled of rich undergrowth, wet grass and pitch. An odd phone rang and Rodney Shakleford said he had four certainty grew in his gut. Slight smiles played across his face properties to look at. and his eyes reflected fascination. This is it, he thought, this is definitely the place. Later that week he found himself sitting in Rodney’s Subaru station wagon, holding on during a wild ride that was He couldn’t believe his good fortune. Only two hundred an accompanied by the non-stop talk of a flask-drinking real acre for his own paradise. He put five hundred down estate agent who knew every one and every thing that immediately on what became his fifty acres. Within two happened in Crawford County. They had already seen the months he’d traded in his sedan for an SUV and was cutting others which had been swamp or dead car yards or both and down cedars and dragging them to a site he’d chosen on high they finally pulled up to the last. They located it by looking ground. He was replacing the family cabin with his own. for a red flag tied to an old paint can high on a post. Rodney rolled down his window and lit a cigarette. Seven years had passed and he still was in awe of the land. “This here one is a fifty-acre parcel and I believe that there is He finished cutting the swath up the lane, shut the mower off the southeast corner of it,” Rodney said, rubbing days of and pushed it back to the truck. The sun was getting lower. beard growth on his face. “Head up that ridge ’n you’ll be in Later in the year mosquitoes would be out in force at that the middle of it. I’ll wait here until ya get back. I ain’t much hour, but it was mid-April. He walked behind the cabin and for climbin’ anymore.” opened the cooler. There were two Miller Genuine Drafts sweating drops of condensation as they sat in a shallow pool Jason got out and started toward the heavily wooded ridge. of melted ice. “Man, those look good,” he said to himself and He climbed up through catbriar and oak, leaves crunching he reached for one.

21 22 “Who you talkin to?” something stronger, more defined. Even so, he considered her He wheeled around to see Lurleen Briscoe standing there his only friend in those parts and enjoyed hearing any history displaying a wild-eyed grin. on the area she felt like sharing. It meant smelling her sour breath and body odor and putting up with the spittle from her Lurleen had taken to walking up the hill occasionally to see dentureless mouth, but he felt it a small price to pay. what progress Jason had made on his cabin. Once it was finished, she’d wait until the lane was mowed before she’d He offered her a beer and sat down on a halved log in front of visit. Ticks were plentiful here and the shorter the grass, the the cabin. She pulled a chair over from the fire pit and, less chance of spending time picking off parasites or worse, holding her cane as a support, sat down in it facing him. She scratching yourself raw from bites. brought the beer up to her mouth slowly and drank a small portion. “I don’t usually like to drink,” she said, “but it’s pretty She came dressed in stained old clothes and dirty sneakers hot out and that’s when beer tastes the best to me.” with a white cloth tied over her head. She brought a walking stick painted dark green and pointed it at him. “Scared ya They spent the early evening talking. It was a Sunday, didn’t I, boy?” however, and Jason needed to pack up and head home. He’d He took the cap off the beer and smiled nervously. had two nights of fitful sleep in a hot sleeping bag listening to “Lurleen, I told you to make some kind of noise when you mice rattle across the rafters above his head and his waterbed walked up here so you wouldn’t.” beckoned. He regretted having to break off the visit. In the “Well, after this long, you think you’d be used to bein’ up here dull, warm light of evening he watched Lurleen’s careful by yourself without bein’ so jumpy. Are ya gonna offer me progress down the grass lane, her white headcloth a barely one or hog ’em all for yourself?” visible orb through the sumac, until it disappeared altogether in the sparse understory of early spring. Jason smiled. It felt good to have some company and he welcomed Lurleen’s visits, even if she sometimes acted strangely. Living alone for more than two decades had taken the slight oddities of her personality and distilled them into

23 24 The ridge awakens in an ancient dawn heavy with moisture. Keeping his quarry in sight, his hand creeps to his weapon. The air smells of leaf mold and humus. Dew spatters the He smoothly draws an arrow and positions it, the stone point leaves of ferns, feeding moss and hastening decay below. gleaming. He pulls back on the bow as far as possible and Birds rouse and flit to dry branches, ruffling their cloaks in releases it with silent, deadly speed. early warmth. A doe is struck, the shaft deep in her shoulder. The herd They see an odd creature that stands upright. It advances jumps from the sound, their ears and heads swiveling back through tangles of large roots and vines, using two arms to and forth, the lack of visible predators confusing them. The maintain balance as it moves across the ridge. This predator grounded doe raises it’s head struggling to breathe, it’s legs has frontal eyes and is covered in skins from past kills, scrape the air. smelling of smoke and sweat. There is a crash of tree limbs as the hunter reaches his prize. The being is the first of its kind to traverse the ridge. It is a The herd wheels about, leaping down the side of the ridge in a large male foraging for food, hunting for meat and skins. liquid rush. The doe struggles to leave with the others, but can There are others like him waiting for his return. He marks the only thrash with spasmodic motion. The hunter is above his trees with a sharp stone as he gathers acorns and mush- prey drawing another arrow. He aims at the heart of beast rooms, ensuring his trail back to camp. Getting lost means his and it is over. The hunter kneels, fascinated by the doe’s eyes. end and might threaten the rest of the group’s survival. He is Crystalline networks of blue-green paint them for a moment the leader and main provider of food. The group has a primi- but soon grow dark. This will be added to his story for the others. tive code of ethics: his success means success for everyone. His face shines with pride as he now has meat for his tribe. Suddenly he is still. A familiar scent is in the air; the wind is He knows he now must thank his gods. He tilts his head back in his favor. He rotates his head imperceptibly and spots a and yells, primal and raw. The sound rebounds off of the herd of grazing deer. They are calm but alert. His body is rigid valley, loud and strange, surpassing the call of a scolding bird and his heart pounds, excited by the hunt. or wild cat. However, the odd sound is new to the ridge for it is human. 25 26 Chapter 4 Greetings were quickly dispensed with and the younger attorney began the business at hand. A certain energy fills a room when two men want something from each other. The voltage is increased when each has a lot “I understand that Mr. Jacobs is only interested in these two to gain by the other’s interest and investment. That energy sections, 28 and 29. We can try the sections to the west of was present on the third floor of the Garten Lodge in Jasper. those, if need be.” “That won’t be necessary. Have you confirmed that the Seperated in age by thirty years, two men were seated on a current landholders in these sections are willing to sell within darkly patterned sofa, icy yet civil toward each other. Both the next few months?” earned a good living and both were in casual clothes, however “I’m fairly certain that all parties can be convinced to sell. the older man’s attire was hand-tailored and much more We’ve already contacted all of them except the original owner, expensive. On the table in front of them were manila folders Mrs. Briscoe and one other we’re having trouble locating.” containing copies of detailed records, maps and “Who would that be?” satellite photographs, legal documents dealing with The young attorney flipped through some paperwork. agreements and promises. Pieces of paper sealing specific “Let me see... yes, Jason Lambert. He lives in Indianapolis, I fates, enlarging some fortunes, diminishing others. believe.” “Did he inherit the parcel?” The men were lawyers, and an exchange of information in a “No, he bought it from Mrs. Briscoe, seven years ago.” highly illegal matter was taking place. Each was simply a “Hmm. He might present a problem. If he’s not originally mouthpiece for a higher power, being paid to do a job. They from the area and is high-income, he might be difficult.” smiled, but their smiles were present for different reasons. “We’ve thought about that. There’s a solution we have in The young attorney primarily wanted respect but also wanted mind, but it might take some doing.” to appease without subservience. The elder one needed “What might that be?” information to finalize a report for his largest client and “Well, let’s just say that we are fairly well connected in that covered his growing impatience with cool politeness. county, Mr. Simmons. We may be able to pull some strings to

27 28 persuade him.” walked toward the door of the suite, his polished wingtips “It would be in your best interest to do so. Mr. Jacobs is making soft, muffled creaks on the thick burgandy carpet. ready to move on this as soon as possible. We don’t want He would have a good report for Mr. Jacobs tomorrow. The him to even think about other areas. It would mean reams of door shut behind him with a quiet thump. paperwork for which we couldn’t get compensation.” “Yes, I understand. We have to move quickly.” Wilcotte cleared the table in front of him, putting his papers “I’m sure you do. We don’t want to have to withdraw our in one big pile and then stuffing it into a large envelope. He generous offer, Mr. Wilcotte.” was slightly annoyed by the older man’s demeanor, but he’d “Don’t worry, you can let Mr. Jacobs know that we’ve already grown used to that treatment. It was part of the legal peck- placed bids in the hands of everyone concerned, except the ing order. No matter what you’ve accomplished, older lawyers two, with over half willing to sell immediately. We’ll know treat you like a novice. He was being paid an incredible sum; something more about the last two property owners in a few it didn’t matter if the old man wanted to be an ass. days. When we do, I’ll contact you.” “See that you do, Mr. Wilcotte. Mr. Jacobs won’t wait for very What bothered him was his lack of progress with the two long. Stay in touch.” remaining land owners. Normally in charge of quiet real estate matters, the timing and unfamiliar illegality of the Mason Wilcotte watched with half-interest as Crafton current case made him tense and uncomfortable. Simmons stood up, straightened out his camel colored vest and walked behind the sofa with deliberation. He took his He walked over to the kitchenette and poured himself a neatly folded jacket from a nearby armchair, carefully picked scotch in a glass tumbler, unbuttoned his shirt and crossed up his files and dark leather briefcase and set them on a back to the window. He watched as Simmons’ black small table. The files were placed inside of his briefcase with Mercedes slowly pulled out of the parking lot. elderly consideration and then he shut it. The clasps made a “You old fuck,” he said as he lifted his glass to his lips sharp click that punctuated an otherwise silent moment. He and let the liquor burn its way down. put his jacket in one arm, picked up the briefcase and

29 30 chapter 5 The morning was cold and Lurleen was not anxious to leave the bed. She became vertical in gradual phases, walked to She surfaced out of her dream, vaguely conscious of a the front room and pulled on her father’s safety-orange distant engine noise. It built slowly, died down and began hunting jacket and an old pair of tennis shoes. As she bent again, closer. Lurleen lay in bed, the various greying shades down to lace them, her hair fell about the collar of the coat, of her undone hair splayed across her pillow, and peered at the white strands against the man-made pigment becoming a the yellowed ceiling, her eyes barely open. The noise intruded strange combination of fire and ash. The coat’s length again, a recognizable low clatter signaling the paper delivery. covered her nightgown. She opened the door and waited for Lurleen Briscoe was reluctantly familiar with the irritating Ruby’s car to come closer before subjecting herself to the sound of Ruby Cahill’s red Dodge Dart. Its muffler was punc- morning’s damp. The women were on speaking terms but tured years ago by a large rock in Lurleen’s back driveway. conversation was kept to matters of local interest and town gossip rather than anything personal, avoiding old battle Though seven years had passed, it was still a matter of dis- territory already over-hashed. pute between the women. In her skewed logic, Ruby main- tained the rock was Lurleen’s fault and a new muffler should Ruby pulled up to Lurleen’s mailstop and shut the clatter of be promptly awarded. However, Lurleen’s steadfast veiwpoint the car off, its roar echoed up the valley and slowly faded. was the incident would never have happened if Ruby would The half-painted metal box stood open, its lid bent sideways have turned around in the road instead of using her driveway. from the UPS man’s truck years before. Most of the Ruby proudly endured the missing muffler like a war wound, adhesive-backed letters and numbers had fallen off, rendering inflicting its cacaphony on the entire county. Her imminent the address as if in code. It didn’t matter; everyone in English arrival was announced miles before she appeared but as a knew where the old woman lived. result, her hearing was growing worse. The small car tilted due to the weight of its driver, the angle made worse by a Lurleen made her way to the car. When she saw her, Ruby’s small, temporary spare tire. face became sardonic and she grinned as she rolled down the window to put her fleshy elbow on the door. “Going hunting?”

31 32 Lurleen leaned against the faded red car and tilted her head to through the house, scaring the baby. He took out his problems one side. “Is there a paper for me in that death-trap?” she on Vesta both mentally and physically. asked, “or are you just here for the intelligent conversation?” Ruby snorted. “Why? You got a college boy in there who likes Vesta managed to get a job as an assistant to the county clerk. older women?” She spent her days filing papers at the courthouse and was “Ruby, give me my paper and tell me how that daughter of saving to move out on her own, the bruises from Randy’s yours is doing.” backhand explained away as falls and clumsiness. The women Ruby’s face fell. “She’s not well, Lurly, not well at all.” at the courthouse exchanged knowing glances, silently “Lord. I wish there was something I could say.” divining the truth in front of her and talking shamelessly “Oh, hon, I guess it’s just life. If that man of hers would just behind her back. Vesta certainly wasn’t the first woman in the let her be, I think she’d have a chance.” town of English to be abused at the hands of her mate.

Ruby’s daughter, Vesta, had made poor choices. Her first Lurleen pulled a Lark out of the jacket pocket and lit it with a boyfriend talked the heavy girl into sex at 16, only to enlist in white Bic lighter. the Navy as soon as he heard she was pregnant. After the “Why don’t she call the police when he gets like that?” Lurleen baby was born, Ruby let her live at home, more for the help pondered as she blew smoke above the roof of the Dart. Ruby than any charity on her part. The girl insisted on going to the handed her a paper rolled tight in a dirty green rubber band. Taswell Tavern almost nightly, leaving the baby, Taylor, in “It only makes it worse. The minute they leave he jus’ gets Ruby’s care. After various lusty entanglements, she found a madder than before, so she stopped callin’. Besides, them father for the child in the form of a delivery truck driver named English police all went to high school with Randy and they Randy Spillman. He professed love while deep into Wild Turkey won’t do nothin’. Hell, half the time they just tell Vesta to and she and Taylor moved into his farmhouse almost overnight. behave herself then hang up.” “That poor child.” He usually came home from his route tired, drunk and angry, “Well, she brought it on herself. I told her not to move in with or all three. In the evenings his abusive, roaring voice rang Randy. I can smell a wife beater a mile away and he had all

33 34 the right markings.” house. You can tell that to whoever you want.” Ruby paused and looked out at the blooming forsythia bush. “Hell, Lurly, who would I tell?” “My, that’s pretty. I think it’s prettier every year.” Lurleen shook her head and smiled. “Ruby Cahill, you and I “Hmm, what? Oh, that yella bush. Yeah, my momma always both know you put out better news than the damn papers liked that.” She welcomed the change of subject and opened you deliver.” her paper halfway. “Any good coupons today?” “Then why bother subscribing?” She pursed her lips and “Lurleen, you know I don’t eat those. They give me heartburn.” sighed. “Well, I better get going.” Lurleen moved closer to the car. “Ruby, I said coupons, any Lurleen dragged on her Lark and blew out pale exhaust that good coupons?” floated through the morning sunlight. “Oh, sorry, I don’t know. I barely have time to read them “Yeah, I guess you better. Tell Vesta I said hi.” She turned no more, what with watchin’ Vesta’s kid and gettin’ ’em rolled and headed toward the trailer as Ruby started up the Dart. up.” Lurleen wanted to steer clear of any more Vesta conversation. Blue smoke belched out from under the car and hovered She leaned toward the car again. above it, blending with the cigarette’s ghost. As the noise “You ever heard of a guy named Wilcotte?” from the broken machine faded, the pale gasses drifted up the “No, who’s that?” north side of the valley where a large buck had watched the “I dunno, some lawyer callin’ me about buyin’ my place.” women’s exchange, its ears twitching. The car’s foul odor hit “You gonna sell?” the deer’s nostrils with an acidic burn. Silent, it was a mirage “Hell no, I don’t care what they offer. Where would I go?” of tan and white as it wove through a tangle of branches and “Good for you. I heard everyone else up here already sold.” disappeared into the pines. “Thought you never heard of Wilcotte”. Lurleen studied Ruby’s face for a sign of betrayal. “I ain’t. But I knew about them guys from Terre Haute buyin’ up everything in sight around here.” “Well, they ain’t buyin my place. I plan on dying in this

35 36 Chapter 6 He’d counted on waking up before the last log died. He stood in the cold and sighed. Grabbing his flashlight, he aimed it at Barely awake in his cabin, Jason Lambert stirred, his mind the thermometer. CLARK’S. “Eat Here and Get Gas.” It read wandering in feathered music, the first few spring birds call- forty-five degrees. He found his pants, put them on, and ing. In less than an hour, a beaked symphony competed in resigned himself to firing up the stove again. the gathering light. He woke and rolled to his back, listening. The stove door came open with a clunk and he reached inside Staring with half-open eyes at the bark-covered rafters above, to gauge its condition. The ash still felt warm, hiding small he wished he had skinned them but remembered his strange embers that might start new wood. He sat cross-legged in reasoning at the time. It was early fall and still dry. The roof front of the opening and began to fill the iron box with twigs needed to go on and time was running out. He had to com- and sticks, breaking them smaller before tossing them inside. plete this stage before the rains of late October and the wet of The dry fuel began to smoke in small spires of grey and a winter. His dwindling motivation bargained with his better sweet haze slowly wound out of the stove curling around his judgment and the rafters stayed in bark. They might cause head. Still half asleep, he smiled. He wouldn’t have to start comments later but he’d offer some excuse when he thought from scratch. He waited until a haze filled the stove, put his of one. face near and blew softly at the base of the pile. The sticks © 2004, Keith J. Hampton crackled and began to burn. The burst of heat forced the He groaned as he sat up, the strain of the season’s lawn cloud of smoke up the flue. He reached over, picked up two mowing cramping his back, the heat from his body bringing log halves, thrust them on top of the burning pile and stood up musk from the sleeping bag in warm waves. The fire was up rubbing his hands enjoying the aroma. out and he could see his breath. He drew the bag around himself and wondered why the fire had not lasted. Coffee and breakfast went down quickly; eggs and sausage took longer to cook than eat. The plate was tossed into the The realization hit and he muttered “beech”. I should have dishpan. He put on a heavier shirt, got another cup of coffee brought in oak, he thought, but there’s a cord of beech handy. and strode outside. The morning light was rinsed in cobalt

37 38 and though it would be sultry by noon, there was a late frost. tion. The others looked at each other or at the ground. An Odors of food and woodsmoke hung in his hair and the crisp older man in a brown sweatshirt spoke up. morning breeze contrasted cleanly against it. The wind “Hey. We’re jus’ hikin’, lookin’ around for deer sign. Seen any pushed out of the east and he enjoyed it while gulping coffee this mornin’?” and watching the hilltop. Once finished, he grabbed his “Not yet,” Jason said warily, “but I haven’t been out long. You camera and headed down to the eastern boundary of his land. might want to turn back east a bit. You’ve accidently crossed into my property.” He made his way halfway down the ravine and was sizing up The man stiffened. “No. No we didn’t. The line is right here a young birch for pictures when he heard crunching and runs this-away.” He indicated an area in front of himself footsteps and twigs snapping. A low murmer of voices cut in with his hand towards the northwest. and out through the trees. Being used to near-total isolation “Well,” Jason said smiling, “actually, the line is behind you on his land, any encounter made Jason’s blood pressure rise. about 25 yards and runs due north from there. I’ve walked that line a lot; it starts down there at that iron stake with the He stood still, knowing he’d hear better. Coming over the next orange can on it. You guys have a compass?” rise he saw heads and then shoulders of five men. One was The man looked at the others with a half smilex and made a carrying a rifle but none were wearing safety orange. The huffing noise with his mouth. His face became pinched and man carrying the rifle wore camo pants and a blue, oil-stained red, his eyes flashed at Jason, menacing. jacket. The rest were in jeans, drab coveralls or red flannel. “Looky here, I own this property over here and I oughta know They crested the hill and headed down the other side toward where my line is.” The others had turned and started shuf- him with purpose. They had crossed his line and were well fling back toward the line. onto his property, dead leaves sticking to their boots. He didn’t want them to get any closer. The man with the rifle was still turned away. It made Jason “Hi,” Jason called, loud enough to be noticed. nervous. His face twitched and his pulse thumped in his ears. It surprised them. They stopped short and looked up. “Hey, I’m not trying to start a fight, I just don’t want any “Where ya headed?” he asked. shooting this way. I have friends that come here a lot and The man with the rifle turned his back to Jason with delibera- you guys might not know they’re over here. I’d hate for

39 40 something to happen. Are you hunting or hiking?” the journey. However, it was cold and after a short hike she The man took his time and lit a cigarette before he spoke. was exhausted. They spent the rest of the trip indoors playing “Well, hunting. Deer.” cards. Jason looked down at his feet and tried to act casual. The rest of the men were slowly retreating backwards. Glancing out the window, Jason noticed three men coming “Kinda an odd time of year for that.” up the lane carrying guns. Two were lanky and looked like Both grew silent, avoiding eye contact. Sparrows peeped and brothers, the other was short with a full beard. All three were flitted among the pines nearby. Jason spoke up again. in camo and safety orange, their hunting licenses pinned on “Look, its none of my business, but try to keep it on your the backs of their jackets. place, OK?” “Yeah, OK.” He turned to go but stopped. “Who the hell are They met him in the lane and asked for permission to hunt. you, anyway?” Defiant, the man stared at him. They seemed friendly and honest, the short one laughed a lot Jason kept his cool. “My name’s Jason Lambert. I own from and in Jason’s estimation seemed to be the spokesman. that line over to the Briscoe place. It’s about 50 acres.” Jason cordially declined, saying he had too many visitors for “Well, I’m Don Millard. I got this place couple years back, it to be safe. He’d rather they didn’t hunt. The men were prolly ’fore you was ever here. Guess I’ll be goin’.” disappointed but left with no argument. It was a friendly meeting with no lasting effect. Jason stood watching as the man sauntered out of sight. He wondered if they had noticed his legs shaking from that But these men were different. There was something distance. As he hiked toward the creek, he remembered his foreboding about them, especially the one who had kept his first encounter with hunters. back to him. He couldn’t get the encounter out of his mind and lost interest in using his camera. He hiked around aim- A few years before, he’d taken his friend Juanita to the cabin. lessly and felt like he was being watched. He wondered where It was hard getting anyone to accompany him, even for a day they were and if he’d run into them again. trip and he was excited to have her along. Juanita had health problems off and on, but she felt good enough to make 41 42 In Crawford County, property changed hands often. Once raw Chapter 7 land was sold, most large trees were logged for quick cash. The new owner would then divide it up into smaller parcels Unlike most other business, the practice of law remains a and resell them. Any sizable timber remaining was then constant in Crawford County. Defense attorneys get high logged by the next owners. The only properties in the area caseloads and a hopeful few come into the area to try and that still had dense forest were owned by Jason and Lurleen. effect change. Clients usually plead guilty and plea-bargain their way out. But for many it became a cyclical system: they Walking the road earlier that year, Jason noticed someone get drunk and break the law. They then bargain or serve time had built a make-shift hunting lodge on another property. He but later return to court so their wages can be garnisheed for thought the unpainted two-by-four walls with clear plastic legal fees, causing them to drink, break the law and the cycle were an eyesore. He then realized it allowed for year-round continues. Their relatives witness the process and help pay hunting from inside. Trash and rusting machinery littered their fines if they can. Most can’t afford to. the camp. Crawford County has always been among the poorest in Poachers were common in Crawford county, but that Indiana. Rough terrain plus sparse industry equals low morning’s face-to-face encounter made the crime of poaching population. Most residents commute elsewhere for employ- real, palpable. He worried about the cabin and wondered ment. Service industries provide a few jobs: auto repair, con- what he could do to protect himself. They could have shot struction or restaurant work. Traffic dies when summer or me and nobody would have known, he surmised. The hunting season ends; most small companies can’t bridge the weekend was tainted and driving back to Indianapolis he felt financial gap and fold. “For Sale” signs on empty buildings sit dejected. Jason previously thought he owned a secluded near dead business logos. Hatties Bar-Bee-Kue, Dawson’s natural oasis. His naiveté had vanished by the time he Engine Repair, Stilber Insurance, Jilly’s Boat Sales, Styling by reached home. Maureen. Faded signs with ghosted lettering dot the winding asphalt roads that lead into English, the county seat.

43 44 Most of English sits in a bowl-shaped valley but the and a paltry number of citizens rose to their feet. courthouse itself stands on high ground to one side. It once Without looking up the judge muttered “Thank you, you may was located on the main avenue but the flow of two creeks be seated.” He rarely looked at the gallery and offered eye and one river tend to flood the town often, so it was moved to contact only when angered. He remembered faces well. Those a drier spot. At 9:30 on Monday and Thursday mornings, a unlucky few who angered him in the past were given scant variety of people file into the courthouse to provide moral latitude – regardless of their title or position. support for their incarcerated friends or loved ones or to appear before the bench themselves. They sit patiently and The judge took a cursory look around the court room and wait for the slow system of justice to wind its way toward their immediately noted someone new. In his crisp black suit, case. white shirt and blue silk tie, the man stood out. He guessed the man was an attorney and was slightly unnerved by The English courthouse had once been a nursing home. Walls his presence. He looked up and down the docket for were removed to make the main court gallery and other rooms unrecognizable names and found attorney Mason Wilcotte became the records office, a conference room, holding cell and representing Jacobs, Inc. other offices of the court. Behind the main gallery were the judges’ chambers. They are redecorated after each election in Wilcotte was present to file a motion for his client, Steven a style suited to each new judge’s taste. The current judge Jacobs, the wealthy owner of an oil exploration company was busy donning his robes for another day in court and based in Terre Haute. The motion was written to further making his way toward the main gallery. the company toward a goal that seemingly benefited the county but in reality would only benefit his client’s The docket was prepared by the court clerk, Merna Stalbert. corporation. Jacobs knew the prospect of future wealth A copy was brought to the judge each morning but he usually leveraged most situations, especially where low-income didn’t look at it until he was seated. As his name was citizens were involved. He also wagered poor and uneducated announced by the bailiff, the Honorable Judge Lawrence workers wouldn’t form unions. He’d be a hero for creating jobs Denbo proceeded to the bench. The docket was light that day in an area that had seen decades of low employment.

45 46 So far, Wilcotte had skillfully navigated around obstacles that chapter 8 might stand in the way of their goal because that was what his employer was paying him to do, no matter how Tanya Primor’s Honda Accord sat idling beside the Cutler uncomfortable he felt about the situation or its questionable Bakery on French Lick’s town square. She liked getting there legalities. early; it meant she’d have the best selection. Over time she had become a connoiseur and she favored pastries that were From what the judge could decipher from the docket, Wilcotte heavy on filling and thick with icing. The girl behind the was there for what looked like a complicated real estate counter watched with amazement but Tanya ignored her and matter. It was slated as the ninth case for this morning, but chose a number of heart-clogging delights. To hell with what he doubted they would get to it before lunch. He’d be this town thinks of me, she mused. At this point it’s too late handling the matter on a full stomach. to care.

“Mrs. Stalbert, please announce the first case,” he said, After her pastries were rung up, she grabbed them, pushed looking over the docket, his glasses sitting on the end of his open the shop door and breathlessly labored to her small car. nose. The courtroom echoed with Merna’s voice and the legal The Honda leaned as she heaved herself into the interior. machinery of Crawford County slowly rolled into action. She pulled her sunglasses out of her hair, pushed them on and put the bag on the seat next to her. After a brief face-check in the rearview mirror, she immediately opened the bag and scraped a dollop of icing from the top pastry. Her forefinger went into her mouth as she savored the sweet substance. She smiled and leaned her head back in what resembled post-coital repose.

Seconds later she snapped to and drove east to her neighborhood and pulled into the drive of a small, tudor style red brick house. Sitting by the curb was a jet-black Lexus.

47 48 A man in a business suit was sitting inside. Tanya looked at appointment was at eight. If you’ll excuse me, I’d like to have the man and sighed with irritation. I hate when people show my breakfast and get some things taken care of first.” up at this hour, she thought. It’s only seven, dammit. She knew her first appointment was with the lawyer from Terre She turned to leave, but was stopped short by a firm grip on Haute, but that was supposed to be at eight, not seven. Well her elbow. Tanya’s head whipped around to face her captor, let him wait, she thought, I’m hungry! her earrings jangling. “Ms. Primor, you might want to treat me with more respect. She gathered her purse and the bag of pastries and got out of There’s a lot of money we’d like to pay you to handle this the Honda. She began a quick stride up to the house’s side matter – more money than you’ve seen since you started your entrance, her heels hitting the brick walkway in staccato little practice.” Mason brought his face close to hers. pocks. “Now ease up on the bitch pedal and act like I’m someone that’s about to make you rich.” The man saw her, reached for his briefcase and got out of his His grip loosened and he let her arm drop. car. “Mrs. Primor!” he called loudly. Tanya stopped. She slowly turned around. Tanya was taken aback and her face flushed crimson. No one “Yes?” she answered. Her irritation was not disguised. had ever spoken to her this way, let alone physically confront He caught up to her. her. It pushed every hot button she possessed. She looked “I’m Mason Wilcotte. We had an appointment this morning?” down at her arm and then up at him with wide eyes. But something told her to remain calm. “Alright, Mr. Wilcotte, give Tanya raised an eyebrow and angled her head, assessing the me a moment and we can meet. Please come in,” she said man in front of her. She drew in a breath and went into the flatly. mode she knew best. “It’s Ms. Primor. Tanya, remember? I’ve never married, Mr. She turned and walked up to the side of the house and Wilcotte, and here in French Lick we have something known Wilcotte followed. The combination of anger, stress and low as clocks. Our clocks say seven right now and I believe our blood sugar made her fleshy hands shake as she found the

49 50 key and opened the door. Wilcotte. She looked longingly at the bag of pastries. The rest “Have a seat and I’ll be right with you.” would have to wait. She motioned him to a small seating area and walked over to a set of French doors with curtains covering the windows. She slowly opened one of the doors and leaned out. “I’ll be ready in just a minute,” she said falsely saccharin as “Mr. Wilcotte, I think we can meet now. Would you like some she closed the doors behind her. coffee or - ” “No thanks, I’m fine”, he interrupted. He stood and picked up The absolute fucking nerve, she thought. Who the hell does his briefcase. Good, she thought, I’m in no mood to wait on this asshole think he is? I have half a mind to sue him for you. She smiled at him with a patronizing look as he walked assualt. These power tie guys always think they run the over to a wingback chairs in front of Tanya’s desk and sat world. Well, they don’t run Tanya Primor and they never will. down, looking around the office. I don’t care how much money he wants to pay. The room’s decor was out of a country gift shop and reeked of She threw down her purse, clawed open the white bag and eucalyptus which she’d used in several large arrangements. grabbed the top pastry. Taking a huge bite, she closed her Hunter green and burgandy drapes framed the windows and eyes while chewing the soft dough. Her bright red lipstick cheap brass accents were everywhere. Her law degree was in a smeared and the gooey pastry left a ring of white on her carved gilt frame on the wall behind her desk. Everything in mouth. She opened her eyes, glanced at a mirror and caught the room was horribly quaint, down to the doilies on the her reflection. The word “clown” came into her head. backs of the chairs. Even her pencil holder and paperweight were handmade with pink lace skirting the bottoms of each. She quickly wiped off her mouth and finished the pastry with Typical, he thought. two large bites, downing them with cold coffee as she went over to the mirror. She grabbed her purse and pulled out a Tanya stood and clenched her chubby hands together, bright tissue, wiped off the rest of the icing and carefully re-applied red nails angling almost backwards. She forced a smilex and her lip color. Satisfied with the job, she checked the calendar went behind her desk, following his eyes around the room. on her desk. Nothing except the eight o’clock meeting with “I know it’s probably smaller than you’re used to, but it’s

51 52 home for me. Small is easy to clean”, she said self-consiously. property owners. What we do need your help with is the legal As she sat in her burgandy leather chair, the air eased out of system itself. We have it on good authority that you’re it and her full weight came to rest. It creaked as she rolled it almost an insider with the local courts. We’d like the owners toward the desk and put on her “new client” face. to come to an agreement with us. But if for some reason they don’t, we want to make sure they have no recourse. Your “Now, what’s this all about, Mr. Wilcotte?” familiarity of the district courts’ inner workings would help us He began speaking with cool arrogance. greatly and we’re offering a very healthy payment.” “I appreciate your taking the time time to meet with me, Ms. Tanya affected a Southern accent. “Why, Mr. Wilcotte, it Primor. Have you had a chance to go over the brief?” sounds as if you’d like me to do something that isn’t quite “Not yet, but please continue, and call me Tanya,” she replied. legal, here.” “Well, Tanya, as I said on the phone, I represent a firm from He smiled briefly. “How you handle it is up to you, Ms. Terre Haute that is interested in purchasing a large tract of Primor. Your deposit would be thirty thousand dollars with land in Crawford County. We’re proposing an extensive another seventy thousand upon completion of the...uh, job.” mining project that will give work to hundreds of local people. We’re in the final stages of development but there are a few Tanya sat there for a moment. One hundred thousand snags, one of which is convincing some land owners to sell. dollars, she thought. Just like that, all at once. No late We’re not sure why, but they don’t seem to be interested. payments and no bad debt. However the size and location of their land is key to the project. My employer, a law firm in Evansville, has hired me “Mr. Wilcotte...” to convince them to sell.” “Please, call me Mason.” Tanya sat back in her chair and tilted her head to one side. She forced a smilex and her voice was tight. “What can I possibly do to help you with that? I don’t know “Mason.” She paused. “I’m still not sure how I can help. Just any people over there and like I told you on the phone, I because I know how to sweet talk a few judges around here, usually don’t get involved with real estate law, anyway.” doesn’t mean I can completely re-write land law. Let’s say I “That’s not a problem. We don’t need your help with the was interested in helping. What exactly needs to happen?”

53 54 “As you probably know, Tanya, all the deeds and plats of each situation reaches a breaking point. We’ll need you to make property are recorded and kept in the county courthouse. yourself known to her, befriend her, if you will. Once the ball We just need some adjustments to those records to put a starts rolling, you’d be the natural first choice when she cloud on the current deeds. Once the owners see a long, wants a restraining order against her man.” expensive legal battle on one side and a willing buyer on the other, they’ll be more inclined to sell. Your job is to make the Tanya shook her head in disbelief. “How can you be so sure cloud. Think of yourself as a rainmaker, if you’d like.” this Randy is going to push her to that point?” “Don’t worry. We’re working on that part. The important thing He grinned at his pun and leaned back to look around. is to gain her trust and have her employ you. Once she starts “I’m sure you’d like to have a bit larger place or maybe you racking up fees she can’t afford you can get her to help you want to redecorate this one? It can happen in return for a few out in trade. We’ll tell you exactly which records we want small favors.” adjusted at that point.” Tanya’s brow furrowed as she looked at him. “What makes you think I can get her to come to me for help? “But I don’t have access to those records. Those are under Most people run the other way when they see me coming. I lock and key. When the court recorder’s office is open, there’s don’t exactly have a reputation for being Miss Congeniality always someone there. I can’t exactly waltz in there and start around here.” having at it!” “We’re well aware of your reputation. We’re also aware you “We realize that. But we’ve done our homework on this, have some clout in court. I’m sure this check will help.” Tanya. There’s an assistant in the records office who will Wilcotte pulled out a crisp cashier’s check and held it toward need some legal aid fairly soon, the type you normally supply. her. “Here you are, Tanya, your first installment.” Her name is Vesta Cahill. She has a common-law husband named Randy Spillman. He’s abusive and she’ll probably want Tanya looked at the check in Wilcotte’s smooth hand. Her to seperate from him within a few weeks. We want to make heart was pumping fast and her breath came in short gasps. sure that you’re the only lawyer who she goes to for help. We She hesitated then took the check from him and looked at it also want to make sure you are in front of her when the closer.

55 56 “I don’t think we’ve made an error in the spelling of your name, Summer heat builds cloud formations to incredible heights, their have we?” tops flattening out into the stratosphere. As they fomate and The crisp, white paper of the check trembled slightly as Tanya roil, electricity reticulates through their dusky towers, looked it over. snapping large bolts at the tallest trees or divining iron-heavy “No, I don’t think you’ve made any errors,” she replied. rock to unload their hellish energy. Shattering echos She looked up from the check. His face held a wry smilex. Her rumble in the air, moving all fauna to silence. meaning was not lost on him. The violent storm has blind intent and forms a funnel, gaining speed within the tower it swiftly elongates and pulls earthward to wreak its howling evil, a devil’s tracery of no particular design, ripping trees out from the ridgetop’s thin soil. The roaring mass blends shredded wood and earth in its darkening maw, flinging heavier parts across the valley where they land with splintering cacophony. In seconds the funnel lifts to the sky and dissipates. The sun breaks free and shrieks light across the new landscape, an oval gash of raw earth, red-brown and wet, starkly contrasted against a lush green circle.

After countless seasons of rain, the gash depresses, forming a bog of spring water too wet for trees to germinate. New plant forms quickly take over, their seeds added from the wind or bird droppings. Irises and skunk cabbage fill the edges while swamp sedge and lungwort usurp what is left. In time, dead leaves fill up the bog, changing it again to a meadow, rich with wildflowers and tall grasses.

57 58 Soon, copper-skinned people assess the meadow for safety and Chapter 9 its proximity to water. The elders talk, passing a pipe and seek- ing signs to ensure the choice is correct. The wives carry food Jason arrived home from his trip to the cabin, his SUV gliding and babies on their backs and young men stand at the perime- up his asphalt driveway. Driving down, his anticipation of the ter, looking for game or strangers. Children run in the grass weekend always made the miles fly, but exhaustion from work stopping to look at new flowers and plants. and hiking made the trip back seem endless. He thought about the poachers and how they’d affect his next stay and it The elders reach a decision. They will stay here until the meat- made the journey seem especially long. I should stay positive, bearing game thins out. They build a circle of wikkiups with a but how can I when people trespass and kill anything that ceremonial lodge in the center. The elders say the new home moves, he wondered. He sat in the SUV and looked at the should be named. They deliberate for a moment and agree to house. It was a modest ranch-style with one story, but he’d call it the green circle house. At sunset they sing to the great carefully landscaped and painted the brick pale blue. That spirit. The ridgetop meadow is home, for now. was eight years ago. It needed a new coat.

The people call themselves “human beings”. They call the earth Mark, his ex-partner, used to help him accomplish these their mother and crisscross her skin, following seasons and things. They preferred the word partner over “lover.” Partner game, moving when food becomes scarce. The scars they leave sounded like there was an even stake in their lives and they on her skin fade within months. Over time, the ridge has many would stay bonded. They’d been together four years, but it tribes and many names. They each war with other tribes for ended. Mark came home one night and said it was over. Just centuries, but later generations die fighting new wars and new like that. He was gone and now the job of keeping up with diseases because a stranger arrives. He will change the land everything domestic was Jason’s alone. and its people forever. The stranger is the white man. He tried to fill the void right away, but like many people newly single, he was an obvious rebounder. Friends tried to fix him up with new guys with no success. Jason knew what kind of

59 60 man he wanted – masculine, loner-types. His friends kept often met without Jason. It undermined his authority and choosing rich snobs or effeminate waiters for him. It wasn’t made Dell’s attitude cooly civil at best. Jason wondered what working. was said in those meetings but knew in the end it didn’t matter. He planned on leaving soon to start his own design Lately he’d been dating through personal ads, most of them business. He needed to save enough money to jump without obviously meant for sex. Once the encounter was over, he felt going bankrupt. He was patient, but coping with the other physically satisfied but emotionally empty. If the other guy got men’s attitudes chisled away at his confidence. hung up on him, he felt foolish and guilty. He’d leave quickly, avoiding conversations or plans. The men he met wanted him He unlocked the door and threw his bag inside as he reached for sex, not love or life. The right combination eluded him. over to the mailbox on the house and got his mail. The thick bundle was held together by a rubber band; the usual He finally drug himself out of the car and into the house with catalogs and junkmail made up the bulk of it. his overnight bag. He dreaded the coming week. His job at a small advertising firm was not going well. Rodney, the owner, Leafing through it, he spotted an oddly shaped envelope that was homophobic and self-centered and Jason was pretty sure was from a petroleum company in Terre Haute. Jason was Rodney could tell he didn’t like him. His demeanor was humming as he picked out the envelope and opened it. An condescending and Jason avoided contact with him. Jason office memo on starched white paper was inside and he quick- also knew he’d only been hired as creative director for his ly unfolded and scanned it. clients. Once Rodney wined and dined them into his secure grasp, Jason’s position became tenuous. To: Jason Lambert, Property Owner From: Jacobs Oil and Mining, Inc. His staff consisted of one employee, Dell. He was hired as a Congratulations on your recent purchase of land in Crawford designer but turned out to be a no-talent production worker. County. We look forward to working with you to protect your His position there was guaranteed because the owner and Dell rights as landowner. Jacobs always has your best interests in had a secret bond which Jason found it repulsive. “Just like mind when we pursue the mining and/or drilling land on which two snakes,” he said when telling his friends about it. They we own the mining/drilling rights. 61 62 Please refer to the enclosed agreement by the previous property area. He didn’t understand it. He’d purchased the land years owner which automatically transfers upon re-selling of any ago. Why were they just now getting around to telling him land on which Jacobs Oil and Mining, Inc. holds mining/drilling they had mining rights? rights. It will help answer questions you might have on your rights concerning any issues that may arise during the complex “First the poachers, now the rapists,” he said aloud. “There process of removing raw assets from your property. has to be a way to get the rights back. If I’d known about this, I wouldn’t have bought that piece of land in the first Please contact us if there are any questions that the attached place.” He’d have to call a real estate agent or anyone else brochure fails to answer. who could help him figure it out.

------Sincerely, © 2004, Keith J. Hampton Another Monday morning. It was more than just the first hour of the first day of the week; for Jason it was a feeling, a Sylvia R. Tancher mood. It crept in slowly as soon as Jason opened his eyes. Public Relations He had been dreaming of his best friend from high school Jacobs Oil and Mining, Inc. when his mind shifted into higher gear and he drifted awake. It was 6:30 and the realization it was a workday had zero effect on his motivation. He lay there thinking: the office, Jason stopped reading. His heart rate increased with each those people, a production meeting first thing. The meetings sentence. His eyes stung and he stood wondering aloud, were a joke. A total of three people sitting in a huge “Lurleen never told me about anyone having mining rights....” conference room, looking at a schedule with barely enough He focused on the memo again and couldn’t believe it. His work to sustain a one-man shop, let alone a fledgling agency. hands were sweating as he picked up the brochure. “Mining They’d go over the projects one by one to discuss the status, with You in Mind.” He knew enough about advertising to promising to get them done “in time, under budget,” Rodney’s know the stronger the headline, the bigger the lies. He also favorite words. Hell, he thought, I’m always on time and knew that mining would tear up his land and once the under budget. It’s the creep beside me that’s late and expensive. company had what they wanted, he’d be left with a disaster 63 64 It wouldn’t be a good day no matter how hard he tried to a piece of land.” Jason stammered. make it one. His mind circled around to the letter he received “Yes, is it a property that we’ve done the title work on?” yesterday. It began to get his adrenaline going and he sat up. “Uh, no, but I need to find out some information about this He looked around the room and pulled his knees up to his kind of thing. Is there anyone there who could tell me chin. “I have to take care of this thing,” he stated. He’d been something about it?” Jason was growing frustrated and talking to himself more, a sign of being alone most of the time. embarressed. But he was beginning to like being alone. It was easier than “Hmm, let me hand you over to Title Insurance. Hold please.” putting up with people he really didn’t like. His thoughts circled back to the office. Jason leaned his head back to let the sun hit his face. Muzak played, then a static click and someone got on the line. I’ll call in sick, he thought. Yeah... I’ll say I hurt my back and “Shelly Martin, can I help you?” I need to lay flat for a day. Most of my projects are on hold He sat up quickly. “Hi, Shelly, I’m calling regarding a problem anyway and I’d rather eat glass than sit in another damn I’m having with a piece of property I purchased about 12 production meetings. years ago. My name is Jason Lambert and... “Did Pearson do the title work on this property?” she He got out of bed to phone his office. He laughed, realizing it interrupted. was the answering machine. He left an elaborate excuse and “No, but I was, uh, wondering if you could just tell me where I an hour later he was sitting on his deck flipping through the might go for some information about mining rights. I mean, yellow pages for someone who could help him fight Jacobs Oil, someone else has mining rights and I’m trying to see if I can whoever that was. Maybe a title company would know get them back from them.” something, he thought. He looked in the title company “Well, you’d have to go to the people who now own the rights. section and called the largest looking one. They’d be able to sell them back to you if they no longer needed them.” “Pearson Title, can I help you?” a bright-voiced receptionist She was condescending and sounded bored. answered. “Yes, but... uh, I’m trying to find out what the mining rights “Uh, yes, I’m calling regarding, uh, mineral rights options on are exactly and if they are still active, uh, in service?”

65 66 Jason was out of his territory and he knew it. He heard her let “Oh yeah, Jason Lambert.” He heard the familiar clicking of a out a quick sigh and it increased his anxiety. keyboard. “Well, you might want to go to the title company that did the “And what year did you buy the property, Jason?” title work on your property when you bought it. They’ll be “Uh, let’s see... it was 1990.” More clicking and a pause. able to see what other parties hold title to mining rights on “Yes, here it is, forty-nine point seven acres, Crawford county. your land and if they are still in effect. OK?” She was trying Do you still live at 3240 Durham?” to get him off the phone. “Yes, I do. But there’s a problem.” “Uh, yes, OK, thanks.” “Oh, what’s that?” Jason hung up. He stared at the phone with a look of disgust. “Apparently, someone else has the mining rights to that Why was she being such a bitch? he wondered. All I want is a property and I’m trying to find out about it.” little information. “Tell you what, let me transfer you to Mr. Salford in title insurance. He can probably help you find out whats going He went inside to get his real estate folder. It was kept in an on, OK?” old metal filebox where all his important papers were. After “Yeah, sure, thanks” Jason felt hopeful. A few moments later searching through stacks of what seemed like meaningless a man got on the line. reams of paper, he found the name of the title company, “Hi, Jason, this is Tom Salford. I understand you bought Mackenzie Title. He went back out to the deck and looked some land with the mining rights still held by another party?” through the yellow pages again and found it on Capitol Street. “Yes. Is there something I can do about this?” He dialed the number. “Are they planning on doing any mining or drilling in the area?” “Mackenzie Title; Sharon. How can I help you?” “Well, I don’t really know. I’m not even sure what they would The voice was warm and friendly. mine for. I just want to make sure they don’t do anything to “Uh, yeah, hi. I need to talk to someone about mining rights my property. I have a lot of time and money invested down on my property. You guys did the title work on it about seven there and that would ruin things.” years ago.” “We’ll need to find out what the exact language is on the “Can I have your name, sir?” mining rights agreement.” Salford’s tone was patient, helpful. 67 68 “In many instances these things have a time limit which is drilling or mining could happen that fast. Probably not, he automatically extended if the mining company finds thought. He stood to go back inside and re-heat his coffee. “I something in the area within a certain number of years. They gotta stop this crap no matter what it takes!” he said loudly. can vary quite a bit from company to company. Who is the He looked over just in time to see his neighbor standing near mining company?” the fence with gardening gloves on, staring at him. “Oh, hi, “Jacobs Oil and Mining.” Jim!” He walked inside, his ears hot from embarrassment. If I “OK, let me look into this. It might take about a week to get a keep getting caught talking out loud, he mused, people are copy of the document from the title insurance company, but going to think I’m nuts. they can send you a copy of the title of mining rights and you can get into the fine print at that point. It should tell you everything you need to know, OK?” “They’ll send it directly to me?” “Yeah, it’s standard practice. We will need a check for seventy-five dollars from you, however, for the search fee, you understand. Just make the check out to Mackenzie Title and send it attention Tom Salford, OK?” “Yeah, no problem, I’ll send one today.” “Good. Once we receive that, I can get a title search started and we’ll take it from there.” “Great! I really appreciate your help. I’m pretty nervous about this, you know?” “I can appreciate that, Jason. Their rights have probably lapsed but I’d still want to make sure if I were you.”

Salford gave him the address and he hung up. Jason stared out into the yard. A week. He wondered if anything like 69 70 chapter 10 Vesta was pale and slightly overweight. She was a nervous woman, most of which was brought on by her current The afternoon sun was still high. It’s heat wilted the leaves circumstances. She was especially jumpy today. She knew of a catalpa that shaded a yard behind the weathered there would be trouble when “he” got home. At the store she farmhouse. The air conditioner’s exhaust undulated their only had enough money for milk and two pounds of ground branches like limp fans. Heat baked the house, killing meat. There wasn’t enough left for his beer and that was unlucky flies trapped behind the storm door. On the porch, bad news. Vesta Cahill got out her housekey and unlocked the door, its faded white paint peeling, revealing an apple-green layer She’d put the groceries away and was turning around when beneath. she saw the heel of his boot through the bedroom door, resting on the end of the bed. Randy. She walked in and carefully put the bags of groceries down, taking stock of what was ahead of her. The kitchen was a The name made her feel dead inside yet her heart sped up. He wreck. Hell, she thought, putting a hand on her bulging hip, had been there the whole time. She stood still, listening for the whole house is. He don’t do nothin’ around here now. his reliable snoring but heard nothing. He might be in a deep sleep, she thought. If I can just get dinner going before he Ruby would be bringing the baby by within the hour and she wakes up, maybe he’ll eat and not want a beer. She remained knew she only had a few minutes to clean the house, feed in place, wondering what to do. Suddenly the hot silence was Taylor and get dinner ready for the man. She put the meat broken by his low, menacing voice. and the milk in the refrigerator. The door was covered with plastic magnets, pieces of fake fruit, a small sunflower sign “Vesta, that you or a mouse in there?” saying “Put on a Sunny Face,” Realtor and insurance ads. A A slight, uncontrollable flinch crossed her, but she tried to re-glued plaque with a smiling skunk added its drab soul to turn on the charm. the confusion of the metal surface. “Yeah, it’s me, Randy, honey. I’m gonna try to fix dinner before Mom brings Taylor back. You musta finished your

71 72 route early.” She gripped the wrist of his arm while she pushed on his sweaty chest. His hand still held her face. She knew she’d made a mistake as soon as she’d finished the “Randy, please, I just didn’t have the money for both...” sentence. Never ask Randy about his business; she’d learned He mocked her. that early on. She stood transfixed, waiting for what she “ ‘Randy, please, I just didn’t have the money’. Yeah, right.” knew was coming. His last words were punctuated by shoving her by the chin into the refrigerator with a quick motion. As her head hit the “Bring me a beer,” he said calmly, ill intent starting. freezer the top exploded in an avalanche of plastic cups, She stammered. “Umm, Randy, honey, uh, I-I didn’t have coupons and napkins. She rolled off of the appliance and enough money to get any yet, but if you give me a five, I’ll go turned her back to him, going to the corner of the counter, right now and get you some.” holding onto the edge and quietly sobbing. He was on his feet. Sharp heels of cowboy boots shaking the “Please, Randy,” she said, her tears starting, “Mom is going to floor, he thundered into the hallway. He stood in the be here any minute.” doorway, shirtless, his jeans unbuttoned at the top, face in She hoped the threat of Ruby’s immenant appearance would rage. A purple vein stood out on his forehead as he stood hold him back from inflicting any more pain. pointing his finger at Vesta, his large hand poking the air to “You think I give a shit about that bitch?” accentuate his words. He slapped the back of her head with a flat hand. “Do ya? “You. Fucking. Whore! I’ve been driving that goddamn truck I’m asking you a question!” all week and the one fucking thing I want when I get home is She slowly shook her head back and forth, her hair hung a fucking beer, but I guess that’s impossible in this shithole, around her face, its darkness hiding her tears from him. aint it?” He crossed the small kitchen and towered over the girl, hold- Vesta knew Randy was intimidated by her mother; he slunk ing her chin in one large hand, the other held in the air. out of any room she occupied. Ruby had discerned the “And what I’ve been doing all fucking day is my goddamn situation long ago and had nothing but cold glares for Randy. business, by the way, so don’t act like you got a right to know.” Randy backed off and walked into the bedroom, looking in the 73 74 mirror. His heavy, damp brow was folded downward over She looked out the window above the sink and wiped her eyes. unfeeling eyes, each pupil hidden in an iris so dark the two “Someday I’ll leave. He don’t think I will, but I will.” She melded together into black. Sculpted cheeks, pocked from began to clear the sink and fill it with hot water. She squirted teenage acne led to thick lips parted in a mocking sneer. He pink dishwashing liquid into the water and watched as the was roughly handsome but had a callous demeanor. Most foam grew. Floral-scented steam rose into her streaked face. women thought he was a vain prick and men regarded him with quiet contempt. Memories welled up inside of her of an earlier time, when Randy was a friend, a helper. When he became a lover and she He casually surveyed himself. Other than acquiring a few moved in. He began to care for her son and had done a few pounds, he had nearly the same physique as when he played things to fix up the place and make it more modern. He tackle position in high school. Regardless, he was strong and genuinely seemed to have concern about her then, seemed to he wore the extra weight well. He winked at himself and turned want a family. to grab a t-shirt off of the end of the bed. Then something began to happen which she had no control Vesta heard the sound of his keys and his boots approaching over. When they became intimate, Randy’s lovemaking was once more. He stood at the back door, t-shirt in hand, his clumsy and anxious. She was patient, but he could not muster voice low. “I’m gonna go where they know how to treat a man. an erection to enter her. She tried things she thought might When I get back here you better have somethin’ ready for dinner.” please him, but it didn’t help. The sessions would end with Randy angrily trading the bed for the comfort of a cold beer, The heel of his hand struck the storm door as he went while she lay there, confused and sad. outside. Vesta stood in place, listening. She heard the door of Randy’s pickup truck slam. A fan belt screamed as he revved After several months he stopped trying. It was at that point the engine again and again, blue smoke filling up the back that he began to hit her, at first a light shove or a punch in the yard with its fury. The pickup roared around the house and shoulder for a cold dinner or laundry that wasn’t finished. It gravel hit the aluminum siding as he spun the tires going out soon escalated to slaps or punches to her face for any excuse the drive, radio blaring. he could find. She hated getting hit in the face the most. It left

75 76 visible marks. Sometimes the damage would be too much for “Yeah,” Vesta said, “This is Vesta.” cheap makeup to cover and she’d call in sick to avoid the “Great! Vesta, this is Tanya Primor. I was wondering if I embarrassment of her private reality. could talk to you sometime.” “Uh, I guess so. I mean, what about?” She began washing the morning’s dishes, wondering why she “Well... I’d kinda like to talk to you in private if I could.” She didn’t leave him. She loved him, or thought she did. But it hesitated but then asked, “Are you alone?” wasn’t the kind of feeling she had for her son or her mother. Vesta was pensive. She looked out into the backyard through It was more like need, like he filled a void. She wanted a the storm door. complete family, a husband along with the child. She’d “Yeah, I’m alone.” planned on him in that role, but now felt trapped in a “Well, Vesta, I’m an attorney. I’ve heard about some things situation that had no clear outcome. Sometimes she would that make me very angry for you, some things that shouldnt daydream of a better man coming to her rescue, kicking be happening to you. You need to be protected from them. Do Randy out of his own house and taking over. Here she was, you know what I’m talking about?” two years later, with no house of her own and stuck with a Vesta’s mind raced in a jumble of confused, defensive man who seemed to hate her. thoughts. “Uh, not exactly. I mean, who told you to call me? What are you talking about?” As she dried the last of the cups, the phone rang. She didn’t “Vesta, it’s OK. Really. I know exactly what you are going have the spirit to answer it but knew if it was Randy, she’d get through and I want to help.” into more trouble by letting it ring. The last time she “Look, I don’t know who you are or who you’ve been talking hadn’t answered his call, the punishment was severe and she to, but I don’t have any problems here and I don’t need any- couldn’t show her face at work for three days. She crossed one’s help.” the kitchen and timidly took the phone off of the reciever. She began to get scared, but curiosity kept her on the line. “Listen, Vesta. Honey, I’ve handled hundreds of cases just “Hello?” Her voice was pale. like yours.” The woman’s voice came fast and smooth. “You A low, strong female voice was on the other end. “Hello, is aren’t the only woman who’s been abused by someone and I this Vesta Cahill?” think if you just give me a chance, you and your child will be 77 78 safe and taken care of. I can make sure it won’t She heard her mother’s muffler in the distance; the red Dart happen any more. But you’ve got to trust me and trust the was coming up the drive. She went over to the door and saw fact that I’m not going to tell anyone.” Ruby pull into the farmyard and stop. Gravel dust and sud- “What was your name again?” den silence hung in the air with the cicada’s buzz. Her “Tanya. Tanya Primor. I’m an attorney.” mother opened the door and got out. As she did, the car “I don’t know...why did you call me?” Vesta was embarrassed. bounced up and Taylor’s head swayed, a trace of a delight on She wondered when Ruby would show up and rechecked the his wet lips as he cooed. back yard. “You hold on, Taylor, I’m coming to get you!” Ruby said in a “I’ve heard from some pretty reliable people that you need baby-voice as she opened his door and pulled the straps help. I know that your husband has been physically abusive above his head. She brought him out of the dirty back seat, to you. I could make sure that he gets what’s coming to him it’s surface stained with grey newspaper ink. and you’d be able to start over, Vesta.” “Look who’s waiting for ya, honey,” she said as she walked “He ain’t my husband. And besides, I don’t got any money for him up the weedy steps to the back stoop. lawyers.” “I can help you to get state aid. You won’t have to pay a dime. Vesta watched from the open storm door with a weak smile. Vesta, surely you don’t want to continue living like this, do “Well...here’s my whole life. My pride and joy.” you?” She picked him up and sheepishly looked at her mother. “Look, I got things I gotta get done here. I think you got the “Hi Mom”. wrong person.” Ruby knew by Vesta’s eyes that some drama had taken place. Maternal pity welled up within her. Vesta hung up the phone, her hands shaking. She stood in “He been hittin’ you again, ain’t he?” she said, but her the kitchen, a tangle of thoughts in her head, the slanted rays accusation was ignored. Vesta turned and led the toddler into of the sun streamed into the back door. Who is talking about the kitchen. Ruby looked at her daughter’s back and shook me, she wondered. What if Randy finds out? This town is too her head. damn small for me to try anything like that. He’d find out and that would be it.

79 80 Chapter 11 out of necessity on Halsy’s part and survival on Ronny’s.

The aluminum sided building called “Ronny’s Bar” was more Halsy stood six foot seven and weighed 275 pounds. A gang- barn than anything else. It had been a farmer’s barn for member biker in his day, he was inked and bearded, with a years, housing beef cattle and farm machinery long before short pony-tail. He wore a frayed denim vest and had an Ronny Perkins turned it into a restaurant. A few dollars’ appearance that could stop a confrontation before it started worth of insulation and two window air conditioners kept it just by walking up to the parties in question and asking them tolerable in summer, and three kerosene heaters kept it above what the trouble was. Anyone stupid enough to throw a punch freezing in the winter. No daylight came in except through or mouth off ended up in the parking lot picking bits of gravel double glass doors he’d slapped on the front. In those days out of his skin. customers were few and far between. But it was the only eatery in the thirty-mile stretch between English and Birdseye and Sometimes for fun Halsy would let them have the first three so would get the occasional unknowing customer or a few punches before he’d react, like a bull letting flies bite. He’d regulars that didn’t have the time or inclination to cook smile while they flailed away and then his eyes would grow for themselves. dark as he’d throw them through the doors held open by Ronny, shouting at them while they were airborne. Ron’s wife, Patty, decided cooking wasn’t something she wanted to do every day and night so he went to the County His past was sketchy: some thought he’d been a Hell’s Angel License Board and got a liquor permit. Patty stopped cooking for a while and others said he’d come from the poorest part of and stayed at home. The clientele changed overnight. Evansville and grew up fighting. In any event, he was the law at Ronny’s. Everyone – even Ronny – deferred to him. Ronny hired a big guy named Ferrin Halsy to bartend and keep the locals from fighting. No one was sure where he was from They made good money from weekend crowds, but none of it but rumor held they’d met at the county jail when Ronny was was used to spruce the place up. Ronny would replace a serving time for stealing cars while in his twenties. Talk was broken table or chair, but that was it. He hired a girl to work that Ronny owed him money and the association was probably during big parties but usually it was Ronny and Halsy and

81 82 lately mostly Halsy. The kitchen was still intact, rarely used Mason walked further inside, feeling out of place in his suit unless someone rented the place for a bachelor party. and tie, hoping he wouldn’t be noticed. Three old-timers in overalls and feedstore caps were at the bar. A few roofing The marquee out front was a rented trailer on wheels with a workers in dirty t-shirts were sitting at tables close by. All flashing arrow, advertising which band would be playing on stopped talking when he entered and stared at him as he the weekend. Red’s Roosters, The Hang Around Bunch, The walked up to the bar. Jonesboro Boys. Someone had painted a piece of plywood white and wrote “RONNY’S” on it in sloppy red script. It was Halsy had his back turned, washing dishes and watching loosely tacked above the double doors and blew down during baseball on a small black-and-white TV that was propped up storms. It didn’t matter. Everyone knew where Ronny’s was between a Schlitz neon sign and a rack of cigarettes. He knew and what type of people frequented it. For guys who just a customer came in but he didn’t care. He’d get to him when turned twenty-one, it was a sure destination among the few he was ready. Since Ronny was gone for the day, he had to do watering holes in the county. Ordering a drink from Halsy was everything himself including closing. He didnt feel like taking a rite of passage. any shit from customers.

Mason Wilcotte pulled into Ronny’s parking lot in a cloud of Mason stepped up to the bar and sat down. lime dust and came out of the white heat into the lukewarm “Excuse me?” Mason called, a bit loud. darkness. It was about one in the afternoon, but the bar Halsy’s back stayed turned. He washed out a beer mug and stunk of spilled beer, cigarettes and stale popcorn from the continued glancing at the TV. Mason looked back over his night before. A dull yellow light came from the bar area; the shoulder, hoping for a waitress or someone else to deal with. rest of the room was lit by cheap plastic wall sconces that His eye caught the mixed lot of customers watching in silence, were donated from Miller Brewing Company, their pale glow some covering their smiles with a hand as they looked at each peeking through beer logos with little effect. A dusty clock- other, ready for anything to add to their uneventful day. radio was twanging loudly with bluegrass, its obnoxious treble “Uh, Sir?” he tried again, this time a bit louder. Halsy put the reverberating off of the stained cement floor. mug in a rack and dried his hands off. © 2004, Keith J. Hampton “Right there,” he said in a low voice. 83 84 He reached for his burning cigarette, stared at the TV and took a opened it with sweaty hands. He took out a few bills. long slow drag. Two runs were batted in then the game paused “OK, that’s understandable, let me... OK, here’s one, two, three, for commercials. Halsy stubbed his cigarette out and turned four, five... you can keep the change.” around. He eyed Mason and sauntered over to the bar with a “Hnh, thanks.” Halsy took the money, turned around and half-smile. walked back over to the TV again, his mind intent on catching “What can I do for ya?” he said, his tone flat but not unfriendly. the score. “I was wondering if you knew a man named Randy Spillman? He comes in here once in a while, right?” Mason took a swig of scotch, working up his nerve. The Halsy looked at Mason with a glare, the friendliness gone from bartender seemed angry and he sure as hell didn’t want to make his voice. him angrier. I’ll wait for another commercial, he thought. He “I might know him. Are you gonna order a drink or what?” might talk to me then. Mason looked around the dark room. In Mason’s gaze bounced up and down from the counter back up to one corner he saw a man in a booth. He didn’t notice him when Halsy’s face, his ears reddening. he walked in. The man was staring at Mason. They made eye “Uh, sure, yeah, I’ll order a drink” Mason said, accomodating. “A contact then the man got up and sauntered over. scotch and soda with a twist, if you have it.” He tapped his “You Wilcotte?” he asked as he pulled up a barstool. He already hands on the bar and tried a nervous smile. knew the answer but wanted to play with the guy. “You can have a scotch; soda’s out for now. Machine’s busted. Mason turned to the man. His nerves were showing. “Uh, yeah, Ain’t got any limes, either.” are you Mr. Spillman?” Halsy walked to the back of the bar and pulled a bottle of cheap “That’s me, Randy. I don’t much like hearing Mr. Spillman. Makes scotch down, walked over to the glasses on the rack and pulled me think of my dad.” off a tumbler. He brought both back in front of Mason and “OK, Randy. Glad you agreed to meet me. I think you might be poured the tumbler half full. “Three-fifty.” interested in a little business proposition I have in mind.” “Can I run a tab?” Mason asked. He wasnt sure how long he’d “Uh, hey... why don’t we go sit down over there.” Randy studied be there. Halsy’s back then flicked his eyes toward the booth he’d been “Three-fifty,” Halsy repeated. “No tabs ’less I know ya,” sitting in. Mason fumbled for his wallet, brought it up to the bar and “Sure, whatever you think is best.”

85 86 Mason picked up his drink and followed Randy to the booth, “NO!” Mason cut him off. He looked around and added, turning to look back at Halsy as he walked. ”Don’t tell me about it.” His voice became quiet. “The less I “You know that guy?” Mason asked. know the better. Look, you’ve got to understand something. “Uh... let’s just say that we’re acquainted. I know what he The men who are paying you don’t want to be connected to can do if he decides he don’t like you.” this in any way. That’s why they are working through me. As Randy sat down in the booth, his weight thudding into the long as you have the right, um, equipment, that’s good cheap vinyl. He had been in Ronny’s for the last two hours enough for me. You’ll get more details later. I’ve got the and was into his sixth beer. down payment in my car for you. It’s five thousand dollars. Mason sat across from Randy, looked at his scotch and took a I’ll give you that today and then you’ll get another twenty gulp. While the drink worked its magic, he began. thousand once you do the job. Are we clear on this?” “Well, Mr.... uh, Randy, I understand that you’re looking for work. I have a job you might be suited for.” Randy smiled. Twenty-five grand. Man, that could set me up “Look, like I told you on the phone, I ain’t never done nothin’ right, he thought. I’d get rid of that bitch at home and get me like this before, but I was hoping to get enough money to get a maid. out of this town for good and start my own trucking business “Yeah, I think we’re clear. When should I do the job?” down in Kentucky somewheres.” “I’ll have to let you know. The individual isn’t always down “Yes, I can see why you’d want to leave this area. But we here. He lives near Indianapolis, only comes down here once need to make sure that no evidence can be found once the job in a while. Once we know he’s coming down, I’ll be in is done. This guy has relatives that might come around.” contact. OK?” “Yeah, I hear ya. Hey, who is it anyways?” Randy leaned his head back and poured the rest of his warm Mason tilted his head up and looked around the room. Halsy beer down his throat. “Yeah, sure. You got the money with was looking directly at the men. He gave Mason a dark look. you now?” “I’ll let you know that in a bit. I need to make sure you’re the “I have the deposit. You’ll get the rest once you’re finished.” right man for the job first. Do you have what it takes – I mean “Sounds like a deal. I’m ready to leave if you are.” Randy slid the right tools?” out of the booth and walked towards the door. “Yeah, sure, I got a weapon. I got a - ” Mason took a last look around the bar. Halsy was still 88 87 looking at him as he turned and went out with Randy. He be sure I can trust you to do this thing right later.” didn’t like that guy and he especially didn’t like the way he Randy’s arms dropped and he looked at Mason, hapless. kept watching him. Nothing to worry about, he thought, I’m “Don’t worry, man. I’ll be cool.” just a stranger here and these people just don’t trust anyone “Let’s hope you are when the time comes.” they don’t know. Mason’s jaw was tight. He backed around in the lot and pulled away, the near-silent engine picking up speed as he The parking lot was quiet except for the endless noise of moved up the highway. Randy got in his truck and started it. cicadas. A few cars came down the road followed by a semi. He then drove east, the opposite direction. Randy followed Mason to his car. Their steps left puffs of lime rising behind them. Halsy had been watching the parking lot through the red haze Randy eyed the Lexus with envy. “Nice ride, man. This a ger- of a Budwieser decal. He saw the two men talking and saw man-made one?” the package change hands. He recognized it immediately as Mason didn’t reply. He unlocked the back door with a muffled some kind of deal going down. Randy’s a dumb shit, he click and opened the briefcase in the back seat. After pulling thought. What the hell is he doing talking to that guy in the some papers aside, he dug out a small manila envelope with a suit? He’s too stupid to pull a job, especially one for big money. lump in the middle. He handed it to Randy. “Here’s what we talked about. The information on the guy is in Halsy lingered a moment, his mind working. Something was the envelope, what he looks like, etc. We’ve done some going on but that was all he could tell. He didn’t like the jerk background checking and its likely he’s gay. Not sure if that in the suit and he detested Randy Spillman, moreso since kind of thing is useful or not. You be the judge.” He turned hearing about him beating his woman. One of the roofers and began to get in the car. “I’ll be in touch.” called to him, “Halsy, buddy, can we get another pitcher?” He Randy turned the envelope over and started to open it. backed away from the door, his mind on the parking lot. He “If you open that thing here, the deal is off. Try to be discreet.” grabbed a pitcher from the shelf above the bar, held it under Mason’s tone was short and impatient. the tap and pulled the draft handle forward. He watched the “Shit, man, what’s the big deal. Nobody cares around here.” pitcher fill. I’ll find out what that spineless rat is up to, he “I care and if you don’t start doing things carefully now, I can’t thought, and he better be ready to squeek. 89 90 Chapter 12 room is in the back, she thought. At least Taylor’s getting sleep. It was 7:45, Monday morning and August-sticky already. Vesta took stock of where her life was going as she drove her Vesta adjusted the back of her shirt collar. It was her habit to Nova towards English. Why am I with a man who don’t wear her thick hair down, covering the sides of her face. She respect me, she thought, or acts like he even likes me? What hoped it made her look thinner but it mainly served as a would happen if I got hurt by Randy bad enough to be sent to curtain to hide behind, a buffer from her co-workers if she the hospital? Her level of trust had worn down to zero. was late or had bruises. She would lean her head down at her desk and was then in her own private world, a place A weak sprinkle started to dot the car and she turned on the where she could ignore whispers or stares. wipers. They made dirty streaks on her windshield and she sighed. Maybe if I could just get away from him, she thought, Her various tasks at the courthouse – filing legal documents I could start over with Taylor somewhere else, where nobody in the recorder’s office and organizing the plat books – made knew me and I could be a different person. Who knows? I her feel important. She knew the system fairly well and she might make it to work on time for a change. liked the fact that from time to time she was called on to retrieve a file that no one else could find. It meant she was Randy kept her up all the previous night. He lay on the sofa needed. It was also the reason that she didn’t mind being late in a dirty t-shirt and jeans, watching TV and ordering beers, once in a while. They’d just have to deal with it, she thought. one after the other. She couldn’t go to bed until he was ready Besides, it’s not my fault, it’s Randy’s. to let her. His control and her fear of him kept her in line. It also made sleeping impossible, even if he passed out on the When she came into the courthouse, Merna Stalbert was in sofa with the TV blaring commercials or frenzied crowds the front lobby waiting. Merna, the county clerk, was a yelling at championship wrestling. Around 12:30, she calmed meddling, talkative woman in her late 50s who took her part down enough for sleep, on top of the comforter, in her robe – in the legal system very seriously. She’d won the office six just in case. She never knew when she might have to fix him years straight. There weren’t very many politically minded something to eat if he woke up again. Thank God the baby’s people in Crawford County. A seat was easy to win and keep. 91 92 Merna was with a smartly dressed woman Vesta hadn’t seen Vesta left the two women to put the files away and as she did before. She let one side of her hair fall down and began to she could hear them murmuring in low voices. She suddenly breeze by them, but before she got very far, Merna’s made a knew where the lawyer had gotten her name. The thought light jab on her arm and she handed her some files. that Merna planned this behind her back made her angry. “Vesta, this woman is here to see you, hon. You want to talk She stood at her desk for a minute and tried to collect herself, in the break room?” brushed her hair back from her face with the back of her hand Vesta was immediately suspicious. and walked back out. “Uh, I don’t know.” She looked at the woman. “Um, hi, I’m Vesta Cahill.” As she approached them, Vesta tried to sound cheery. She put the files in her other arm and reached out her hand “OK, I guess I’m ready when you are.” to shake. The two older women looked at each other and Merna forced a smile. “Take your time, hon” she said through smiled. Tanya Primor reached out and took her hand warmly. her teeth as she went back to her office. She wasn’t too happy “Hi, I’m Tanya Primor. Vesta, honey, it’s good to finally meet a visitor was taking up her assistant’s time. How’d she even you. Merna’s been telling me what a great find you were!” know Vesta was in trouble?, she thought. But Merna’s thoughts were soon back on a request for copies from a plat Vesta’s cheeks burned. She wasn’t used to being treated with book and she delved into her work, humming. compliments and it made her stammer. “A-are you the woman that, uh, called me on the phone?” Vesta led the way to the break room, Tanya followed her, the She looked distracted and glanced around. Tanya chuckled. fibers of her pantsuit emitted whisking noises each time her “Yes, that was me. I was hoping I could catch you today. I thighs brushed against each other, earrings jangled with each have a hearing at ten, so I thought I’d see if we could talk.” turn of her head. Her voice was warm, welcoming. Vesta felt a tug at her sleeve. She looked up as Merna aimed her head at the lunch room. They made their way down the long hall to a confining space “Oh, sure, uh, let me put these files on my desk and we can at the end. It was a supply closet when the building had talk in there.” housed the elderly but had been converted to a break room.

93 94 One wall had a faux window with curtains. A microwave oven Vesta’s chin began to quiver. She didn’t know what to do sat next to a dirty sink and a half-size refrigerator stood beside except cry. Someone was reaching out to her and trying to these. A square dinette and two mismatched chairs were the help but she was too scared to allow anything to happen. She only furniture. Flourescent lighting yellowed the room which felt ashamed and weak. Tears welled up in her eyes and rolled stank of stale popcorn. down her cheeks, carrying mascara with them in grey streaks.

Vesta pulled a chair out and sat down slowly, her head slightly Tanya found a tissue and handed it to her. She went on while bent. Her hair shielded her face while her hands played Vesta dried her eyes. nervously with her watchband. Tanya sat across from her. “Now listen to me, Vesta. We can go to the judge and get a She studied the young woman for a minute. Then she spoke court order to make sure Randy never touches you again. We with faux compassion, her voice thick syrup. can get state aid to help pay for a new place for you. They’ll “Vesta, I just want you to know that everyone here has your even pay for my services. Don’t you think that you deserve a best interests at heart. Merna was nice enough to call and tell better life than coming in here having to explain why your face me about your situation and I think you really want some help is black and blue every other week? At the very least, give your but just don’t know where to go for it. Am I right?” son a chance at some peace.”

Vesta sat still for a moment, then looked up. Vesta’s mind began to open a bit. Taylor, she thought. I never “I don’t want to lose my job. Please, don’t make things worse thought about him in that way. I wonder if he sees everything for me. I’m doing ok, really I am.” that’s happening. Tanya’s demeanor was parental as she half-whispered. “But where can I go right away? I can’t just leave home and go “Vesta, things aren’t OK and you and I both know it. I’m a to my mom’s. Randy’ll find me there. You don’t understand.” family law attorney and I’ve seen lots of women just like you. I Vesta looked past Tanya’s shoulder and lowered her voice. want to help you and you won’t have to pay a dime for it. We “Most people here are on his side. The sheriff and him went to can find you and your son a new place to live and get the school together.” court to make that man leave you alone. But I can’t do it Tanya listened, her mind sharpening. She leveled her eyes on without your consent, don’t you understand?” Vesta’s. 95 96 “Listen, you just leave all that to me. I don’t think Merna out “Hon, you just do what I say for a while and you’ll learn to trust me. there has anything in mind but helping you or she wouldn’t You’ll see.” have called. How many bruises do you think you’re gonna get She let go of Vesta’s hand and steadied herself while she stood up. before he puts you in the hospital for good? There’s a woman’s “We’ve got some work ahead of us, lady. I’ve got some forms for you shelter in French Lick. I can get you and your son a room to fill out and then we need to see the judge. After that, it’s all there and it’s totally free. He’d never find you. The only place downhill.” he’d be able to see you is in this courthouse and believe me, he’s not going to try anything here.” Vesta stood up shakily and dried her eyes. Something was finally going to happen to change her life. There was something about this lawyer that Vesta was drawn to, something in her demeanor that compelled Vesta to listen. She really didnt want to go along with the plan, but it excited her to think that she’d be doing something Randy couldn’t control. Most of all she’d be able to get away from him. Vesta drew her hair back from her face. She was still skeptical. “And what happens if he does find me or follow me home?” she asked. Tanya’s mouth slanted up a bit. She whispered like a conspirator. “He won’t. You can be escorted to and from work by a case worker from my district. They know how to handle this kind of thing.” She leaned back and smiled at Vesta, satisfied. Vesta began a smile of her own. “Well, what do I need to do?”

Tanya felt a jump of adrenaline at her small victory. She grabbed Vesta’s hand and held it.

97 98 On a stand of moss-covered limestone, a young doe’s ears and ticks. The men would cut down nearby trees and arrange twitched toward a repeating squelch which came around the them into walls, forming the first cabins on the ridge. Children bend in the valley below her. An oxcart came up the rutted would mix mud, moss and grass into chinking to slather into lane, its wheels climbing over rocks and roots. The road was gaps between the logs, keeping out insects and drafts. barely passable. Once a path into the valley, it ran beside a creek and trees were later felled to broaden it. Only a few Few signs were left of the native people who once inhabited the inches above the crest of the creekbed, it frequently washed out ridge. Their grave sites stood barren. A few wooden poles and was slick where mud gathered. Hummocks added to the lashed with decaying deerhide remained; wrapped bodies of mangle of rock and tree root over which the carts heaved as the elders and those dead from smallpox had disintegrated long caravan made its way. The wagons turned and went up the before. Anything found by settlers was buried as superstition southern slope. Men worked ahead of them, chopping saplings held precedence over historical merit. out of the way. At the top they found a wide meadow with hickories and oaks casting shadows on the tall grass. The land would soon be scarred with crop fields. Wells were dug, filling with spring rains and drying out in summer. Flocks The clearing was a lucky break. The men brought the rest of of turkey were hunted to extinction and deer became scarce the carts to the top. The women aboard gazed from blue and after a few years. Hogs and chickens were brought in for meat grey bonnets, their long dresses a drudgery in the heat of and housecats would ensure the extinction of smaller animals. August. Children of various ages followed behind, having More ancient forests were cleared for farming, building and already walked countless miles. The wagons were too full of burning, nearly without end. supplies for extra passengers. A firepit was dug as the men pitched tents. Destruction of the ancient woodlands continued into the next century. Rushing to tame it, settlers would change the region’s A running creek in August meant active springs nearby. They climate from cool and moist to hot and humid, dry in summer would would attract game and provide a good water source, so and snowless in winter. It would be 150 years before the land the settlers intended to stay. The women cooked outside, would recover. The process would result in a vastly different looking forward to the day when they could escape chiggers ecosystem than the one Native Americans relied upon.

99 100 Chapter 13 He pulled on a pair of jeans and sauntered into the front room. There was no sign of Vesta. He looked around at the floor. It It was late summer and green began to falter or decline. Aging was cleared of her son’s toys and the playpen was gone. He leaves darkened and browning roadside weeds became stiff walked into the kitchen and over to the back door. The yard and tinged. Cicadas droned and crickets kept the air full of was empty except for his trucks. sound during evening. Only pre-dawn moments were silent. “Well, where the hell is she?” he groused. “That bitch better Then late birdsongs began as the sun entered the sky. It had not have left me.” been cloudless for weeks. A quarter mile down the road, Sheriff Rickenbaugh was As he reached the edge of conciousness, Randy Spillman approaching in his patrol car, wedged in behind the wheel, his became victim to the birds’ calls. His hangover invaded his protruding stomach rubbing it. Most folks around town called dreams with skull-pounding reality and he sat up in bed, him Ricky for short. He wasn’t fond of his first name, Tracy, rubbing his neck. and, wisely, no one used it. He and Randy had gone to high “Damn,” he muttered. He tilted his head back and looked at school together, hunted together and served side by side in the the ceiling. Another day of deliveries was ahead and he wasn’t Reserves. The sheriff kept Randy out of jail on a number of looking forward to it with a headache. occasions by picking him up after fights and driving him home. “Fucking birds! Damn!” he said aloud. People knew if Randy had an altercation, the sheriff made sure He looked at the clock. It was 5:30. He would need to be on he went free, even if the other participant sat in jail. the road in an hour to pick up stock and deliver it to the first drop. He reached for a cigarette, held it with two fingers and a “Vesta!” he called, immediately regretting the pain that thumb and brought it to his mouth for a drag. His face was reverberated. Where was that bitch? he wondered. He didn’t angular and blocky, a caricature of an army sargeant, but his smell coffee and the missing element to his morning fueled a age fell into the lucky years where the draft wasn’t active and growing rage that was always on a slow burn. war was something only seen in the movies. His skin was dark and oily and it stayed that way nearly year-round.

101 102 He knew Randy would not be happy with the news he was “A what?” bringing, but thought it was kind of funny. After all, Randy “A restraining order. She’s left you, man. This order means had no business shacking up with that girl if all he was going you can’t get within 50 feet of her or you’ll be thrown in jail. to do was beat her, he thought. Hell, why’d he want her in the That is, if she has a witness that you did.” first place? She was fat, ugly and had a kid already. Seems “Hnh.” Randy turned his back to the sheriff and looked at the like he’d be better off alone but some guys just don’t like living door. “Well, whatever. It’s not like I need her around here like that. His lips pulled on the Marlboro while he turned up anyway.” the radio. As he drove toward Randy’s house, he knew it was “Well, I need you to sign a copy of this and then my job’s done. going to be interesting. OK?” “Yeah, sure. No problem.” Randy wandered around investigating Vesta’s absence and “Look, man, I’m sorry. But I thought it would be better if I ended up back in the kitchen studying the the table with a brought it out rather than one of the other guys.” blank look. At one end there was an envelope with a French “Hey, don’t worry about it. Let me go get a pen. I’ll sign Lick law office’s return address. It was empty. His mind was whatever you want me to.” working on this when he noticed the sheriff’s car pull up. The sheriff got out and put his hat on. He had a piece of Randy went in and the sheriff followed him. While Randy paper in his hand and looked up at the house with searched for a pen, the sheriff stood and looked at the amusement. kitchen. The sink was full of dishes, the refrigerator door hung open. He walked over and shut it and shook his head. Randy stepped out on the back porch. He forced his mood to You messed this situation up good, buddy, he thought. change when he saw his old friend. “Hey Ricky, how’s it going?” A minute later Randy reappeared and the sheriff handed him The sheriff looked up at Randy and smiled. “Not bad, not bad.” the document. He bent over the kitchen table and signed it. He reached the bottom of the stairs and stopped. The sheriff tore off a duplicate then laid it in front of him. “Uh, Randy, I don’t think you’re gonna like this too much, but “Look, Randy, if you need anything, let me know, OK? Hey I gotta serve you with a restraining order from Vesta.” man, it’s only for 30 days. After that, you don’t need to worry

103 104 about it.” which allowed time for a beer at Ronny’s before going home. But Randy just stood there and smiled down at the floor. today his agenda was different. He picked up the envelope with “Shit, Ricky, I ain’t worried now. I was fine before she showed the French Lick address and put it with his clipboard. Two up and I’ll be fine now. She and that kid were too much trouble weeks had passed since Vesta left. He was going to French Lick anyway.” at the end of the day and he was going to find her if it took all “Well, glad to hear you’re OK with it. I gotta go now, but like I night. For some reason she was not at work. He’d already driven said, call me if you need somethin’. And try to stay outta past the courthouse as often as his route would allow and her trouble, OK buddy? At least for 30 days.” car was missing. She must be on some kind of crappy little Randy laughed. “Yeah, sure, no problem. I’m a saint, vacation, he thought. remember?” The sheriff smiled. “Yeah, you’re a saint. Right.” After a long day of unloading stock and dealing with apathetic He walked out of the kitchen and down the stairs to his car. store managers, he longed for a cold beer. Many of the stores Randy watched him leave, his resentment growing. He lit a were behind in payment and there was usually an excuse ready cigerette and thought about Vesta. “That fucking whore thinks for him when he came in. He left stock with them anyway and she’s got the last word, but she don’t,” he said as he blew out figured he’d let the company sort it out with them later. After all, thin exhaust. it was just Holly’s Cakes and Doughnuts, not gold bricks he was handing out. His last delivery was in Jasper and after it was ———— completed he headed north to French Lick. The envelope said 213 Chauncy Street. He wasn’t sure exactly where that was, but It was Friday morning. Randy showered, shaved and put his would ask for directions if he had to. I’ll try to find Vesta’s car or uniform on. He got into his Holly’s truck and started it with an that address, whichever comes first, he thought. He hated that extra stomp on the gas pedal. He wanted to get to the distribu- he was in his delivery truck but figured it would take too long to tion center in Jasper as early as possible. He had 23 stops get his pickup and come back. between English and Birdseye, but Jasper was centered between the two and a bit further north. It made for a long day of driving. He pulled into town and stopped at Chuck’s Marathon to ask Getting there early meant finishing his deliveries before 3:00 about the address. The gas station was typical: a couple of bays 105 106 for engine work and two dirty self-serve pumps. One attendant especially with his attitude. ran the entire operation as the engine service part of the “Hey, thanks, you’re a pal.” He sneered at the attendant and business dried up years earlier. The attendant was a walked out. high school drop-out with long, greasy hair and a Kansas City Chiefs hat worn backwards. He smoked non-stop in the store The attendant watched him pull out onto Main, smirking. He’d and listened to Creedance Clearwater tapes, moving his head purposely given him the wrong directions. Chauncy was on to the rhythym. Randy stopped the truck in a side lot and the south side of town and he’d sent him into winding roads walked up to the entrance. He stood in the grimy doorway and dead ends. It was where he grew up and he knew it was and looked around. The smell of oil and cigarettes permeated nothing but shacks with dogs on chains in each yard. “Stupid the air. fucker,” the attendant said, turning up the radio. He began to bob his head to the music again. “We don’t stock Holly’s, dude,” the attendant said, his cigarette dangling from his lip. Randy’s truck labored to get up the steep hills on the north Randy looked over at him with a smirk. “I aint delivering. side of town. He knew he was had when he turned off of Dude.” His tone bristled with sarcasm. “I need to know how Main for the third time. to get to Chauncy Street. You know where that is?” I’m going to go back and fuck that kid up, he thought as he “Chauncy Street. Hmm, that’s up on the north side of town, waited to get back onto the main drag. He went about 2 miles pretty ritzy area. You got a delivery up there?” south and turned into another station for help. The “Yeah, that’s right, I got a delivery. So, how do I get there, attendant there was the older, more helpful kind and gave him dude?” Randy’s tone was menacing but the attendant was correct directions to Chauncy. He soon was heading down unfazed. In three years of working there he’d seen this type of Chauncy looking for 312. He found the house, a red brick guy before and knew how to handle him. bungalow, but it was a private residence. He knew Vesta “Just go out here to Main and follow it north to Dubois didnt know anyone in French Lick. He parked the truck Avenue. Take that left and Chauncy is along there across the street for a minute and watched. It didnt look like somewhere, I’m not sure how many streets in, but it’s a small anyone was home. After a few minutes, he went back out area. You’ll find it.” He didn’t want to give the guy help, onto Main and started driving around, trying to see if he could 107 108 spot Vesta’s car. It was getting close to five o’clock. He He stood and waited for a few minutes. After awhile, an older skipped lunch and hunger and frustration worked on his mind woman came to the door and called the kids in. Vesta took the as he banked his anger. opportunity to stretch out into the pool by herself. Randy decided it was a good time to talk with her. Maybe I’ll just take A few blocks later, he turned down a street with large, older a moment of her precious time and make my point known, he houses. On one side, some had been converted to businesses thought. His face glowered. and shops: Betty’s Beauty Boutique, Shafstall Flowers, Pearson Nails and Tanning. He was near the end of the block when he Vesta floated on the water with her eyes closed. She was spotted Vesta’s car sitting at the curb. He gripped the steering thinking how much better it was than living with Randy and wheel, urged on by this stroke of luck. Now, which house is how quickly her life had turned around. In just a few days, she in?, he thought. He pulled around to a side street and left Tanya had found her a new place and now Taylor was in the truck in a grain elevator lot. Better stay on foot, he pre-school instead of watching TV all day. It was the first time figured, my truck’s a dead giveaway. she’d ever been in a backyard pool and she decided the chlorine smell was kind of nice. Her thoughts drifted to As he walked up the street he heard children laughing and her future. water sounds behind one of the houses. He walked past the house and then back again, looking up at it from the street. In a few swift steps Randy made his way to the pool and had The house looked odd, like several families were living there. Vesta by the throat. He covered her mouth with his other There were three entrances on the front, with mailboxes beside hand and pushed her into the water. Vesta had no time to each door. He walked around the side of the house and stood react or even scream. Her eyes went wild and blinked open as behind a large hydrangea bush, looking into the back yard she stared up at Randy. Panic caused her arms to thrash through the dark green branches. There was a shallow, above- spastically and she clawed at Randy’s face as he held her ground pool where three kids were playing. A woman sat in down. He drew his head back as he dunked her under the the pool watching them. Randy recognized the woman from water, again and again. She turned over and was struggling behind. It was Vesta. Her back was turned and her hair pulled on her stomach to keep above the water, but her legs were out up but he knew her shape. behind and she was unable to bring them under herself to

109 110 stand. Randy’s grip was strong and he held onto her hair and “I get the last word. Kinda hard to talk now, ain’t it?” neck as he kept dunking. The air was silent except for the sound of splashing water. A tall fence behind the pool kept Vesta moaned under the water, her strength beginning to neighbors from seeing the private incident. Vesta’s panic drain. She almost decided to give up entirely when Randy splintered her mind. Instead of trying to stand up, she kicked released her and turned to run. She pulled her legs under her legs as she struggled to take Randy’s hands from her neck herself and sat up, choking and coughing, her hair loose, wet and hair. snake-like tendrils covered her face and shoulders. An elderly woman appeared at the door, saw Vesta choking, and He pulled her up between dunkings, long enough for her to ran out into the yard. “What the hell are you doing?”, she inhale a burst of wet air, but shoved her under the water yelled at Randy’s back as he ran around a corner of the house again before she could scream. Randy’s face was a mixture of and down the street. rage and glee, his forearms ropey as he let Vesta up and quickly forced her down again. The woman ran over to Vesta and held onto her arms as she stood up. “Oh my God, Vesta, honey, are you alright? Vesta was now fighting for her life. She remembered to hold Who was that guy?” she said, nearly panicked. her breath and she decided to stop struggling. She knew Vesta could only respond with coughing, tears streaming Randy. The sooner she stopped fighting him, the sooner he down her face from bloodshot eyes as her body shook in might quit. She also knew she was running out of time. If spasms of fear and outrage. she didn’t get a good breath of air soon, she would be forced to inhale water. The thought of this made her her body shake. In the distance, Randy’s truck started up and the women could hear it tearing down the street, the sound of the motor Randy lifted her out again and Vesta inhaled a sharp gasp, fading and mixing with the cicadas’ songs in the thick sucking in water and air both, coughing and struggling again afternoon air. to stay above the surface. He quickly shoved her down again, casually wondering how long she would hold out. “You don’t get the last word, bitch”, he said through his teeth.

111 112 Chapter 14 It was early evening when Jason reached his cabin. He wanted the SUV unloaded before nightfall and he opened the “We have it on good authority that Mr. Lambert is at his vacation cabin with speed. Snakes were always a concern. He checked property,” attorney Mason Wilcotte said into the phone. He the exposed rafters with a flashlight, then lit two oil lamps. stood in a smeary-glassed phone booth in the industrial section He took stock of the room and made a quick check for break- of Evansville. The reek of piss and cigarettes hurried his speech. ins. Amazing, he thought, no-one has tried it yet.

Randy was typically snide. “Oh. So I take it I’m supposed to pay He moved his overnight gear from the car to the cabin and a little visit?” he replied. went back out to get his groceries. He put the loaded cooler He sat at the kitchen table, swatting flies with a rolled up behind the cabin. For the next few days his meals would be newspaper. Dishes coated with food sat nearby and behind him bread, macaroni and cheese, canned chili, and beer. Two the sink was full. small containers of yogurt, the only real health food, were in “That would be entirely up to you. Of course, there has already the cooler. Wishing he’d brought some salad or vegetables been a payment made. Otherwise, you run the risk of defaulting with him, he realized the food he brought was easy to cook on your end of the deal.” and cleanup. Anything else would require too much water. A few seconds of meaningful silence passed between the two men. Finally, Randy replied, sheepish but still with arrogance. The one-room cabin felt cramped with having supplies on the “Yeah, I read ya loud and clear, Mr. Attorney. Of course, if I keep my table and getting the room clear of clutter was important to part of the bargain, I’d better see what was promised to me.” him. A few minutes was spent putting things into plastic “You have nothing to worry about. Just keep it clean. Remember, no mice-proof cabinets, a necessity he’d already learned about evidence.” the hard way. Mice invaded weekly. The cabinets were a wise “Right. No evidence.” investment. Randy hung up the phone. This oughta be easy, he thought. That little fag is only five foot something. I outweigh him by 50 pounds. The last item in place, he repositioned the oil lamps and began to make dinner. It was chili, which took one pan to cook and —— eat out of. He went out to the cooler to get some beers. One 113 114 for me and one for... me, he thought. Twisting a cap off, he ——- drank a cold gulp and relished the foam as it swirled down his After breakfast the next morning, he headed out for a hike. throat. He wasn’t a heavy drinker and hated feeling woozy, He strode north behind the cabin. There the ground sloped in but for some reason beer tasted good when he was at his a steep slant down to a creekbed. The small stream joined cabin and a slight buzz helped him relax. He sat his beer another and their conjunction wound northwest to a larger down and stirred the chili. stream at the edge of his land. This tributary headed west to Otter Creek which ran southeast beside the road to Mifflin. At one point while cooking, he thought he heard a large Otter Creek joined the Little Blue River near Grantsburg, and branch break to the west. He walked down the lane a few that met White River twenty miles south. He realized as he yards and stood to listen but after a while decided it was a hiked that water flowing in his creek helped feed the White deer and came back. After the poachers on his last trip, he River and further down, the Mississippi. was slightly edgy and on guard. © 2004, Keith J. Hampton Jason liked to ponder his acreage in terms of it’s history, why After dinner, Jason sat in front of the cabin. He liked watch- things were named what they were, what it looked like before ing the sky go from cobalt to black. Whippoorwills began it was clear-cut and if otters truly played along the creek calling with loud songs. He hoped they would stop before he banks. He wondered how large the oaks and hickories grew in went to bed, remembering a night one sat above the cabin and the 1800s. Even though his parcel was forested, no single tree drove him crazy till morning. Finally, out of frustration and was over eighty years old. lack of sleep, he ran out of the cabin and yelled at it, but it resumed a few minutes later. He’d given lots of thought to the Years of constant erosion had carved steep sides to the creeks. simplistic beauty of a shotgun while napping the next day. Dry in summer, these same gullies transformed into rushing torrents during heavy rains. Only the main north creek was The food and the beer began to hit him, so he brought the wet year-round. In the dry months, minnows that swam its chair in and went to bed. The three hour drive and his job length were trapped in shallow pools until heavy rains freed took their toll and sleep came easily once inside his sleeping them. It was August and rains kept them running for now. bag. The whippoorwills could not disturb him.

115 116 Jason walked beside the creekbed and rounded the bottom of He worked his way down the creekbed, gathering Schlitz Malt a small ridge. He spotted a flock of turkeys feeding near a Liquor cans, Holly’s sausage packages, Mountain Dew bottles, grove of beeches. The wind in his favor, he stood and watched beef jerky wrappers... Their diet is always the same, he as they clawed at the ground, clearing leaves from the base of thought. Whoever’s digging these roots is going to have a several trees, searching for beechnuts and insects in the heart attack. “And a citation for littering,” he said aloud. humus. He was amazed at how many turkeys there were and how large they seemed. He stood still, trying his best to The farther north he proceeded, the steeper the gullies observe without being spotted. If they heard or saw him they became, kniving into the earth, exposing boulders, shale and would flee. Of course, my camera is in the cabin, he thought. veins of white clay on their sides. Large chunks of lime and sandstone eventually dropped out of the sides and the water’s Suddenly, the turkeys became agitated and focused on a point force would drag them to the main tributary over time. up the ridge. Without warning, they suddenly ran Jason’s direction, their heads low. Upon seeing him, they veered to Where the two creeks met, there was a point of land in the “y”, the north, taking to the air and flying to the next ridge with a small peninsula, steep on both sides with no passage unless great flaps of their immense black wings. The flock was silent one turned back. It was a commanding vantage point that except for the woosh of air over feathers. Jason smiled. It was faced north and provided a wide view of the valley. Jason the closest he’d ever been to wild turkeys. survey the sweep of oaks, hickory and beech from the spot. It was something from a fairy tale, their moss-covered trunks He headed north again. It was an area favored by local root like pillars, rising from a sea of fern and yellowroot. diggers, men who trespassed and dug up goldenseal or ginseng roots to sell for a few dollars. He knew he’d have to Jason paused for a moment but his reverie was cut short by a clean up their litter. It was becoming a monthly chore, re-cov- stick breaking behind him. He turned and saw a fairly large ering ground raked bare, picking up carelessly thrown trash. man coming down the hill. The man held up his hand in He’d posted the area for trespassing, but the signs were greeting and Jason returned the gesture. always taken down by his next trip. “How’s it going?” the man asked. Jason nervously waited until the man was closer.

117 118 “I’m doing fine. Just saw a group of turkeys run through The man gave Jason a wink and slowly began rubbing his here.” He eyed the man suspiciously; he looked familiar. His crotch. “You ever try anything fun out here with someone mind ran to his previous trip and he recognized the man’s else, boy?” camo pants and oily blue jacket. He had been the one with Jason’s mind raced. He quickly realized what was happening. the rifle. Jason’s heart began beating faster. He wondered He was outsized and standing on a precipice from which the what he was here for this time. only escape would be to try getting past the man. “Uh, n-no, never have,” Jason stammered. The man smiled and started talking again. What the hell is he doing? he wondered as he backed away a “Great day out here. Not too hot. You go hiking in this few steps. He felt a mixture of repulsion and fascination, area much?” polarized emotions spawned knots in his stomach. Jason looked at the ground. “Well, considering I own most of “Well, you wanna try it with me?” the man said in a low voice. what you can see here, I guess the answer would be yes.” He advanced a few steps near Jason and came up beside him. He looked up at the man with a questioning stare. The man “C’mon boy, you and me could have some fun.” smiled again. The man put his hand on Jason’s shoulder and slid it around “Well, that must be nice. You got yourself a regular nature his back. Jason smelled the man’s sweat mixed with booze. park, huh?” “Mm...no!” Jason blurted as he struggled awkwardly to free Jason nodded. “Yeah, except for all the litter, it’s perfect.” himself. He was near the edge of the point. The man ignored Jason’s comment. “Out here by yourself?” He said as he came closer. The man stood with one hand under his jacket, grinning oddly Jason could smell alcohol and shifted his feet. at Jason. He suddenly lunged at him and Jason tried to run “Well, you could say that. Me and the deer and turkeys.” past. The man quickly grabbed Jason by the wrist and A few moments of silence passed and Jason glanced at the swiped at him with his other hand. A glint of metal cut man out of the corner of his eye. The stranger spoke again. through the air and a cold sting hit Jason’s side. Jason “Yeah, I like doing some things by myself too. Well, not all recoiled and the man tightened his grip and pulled him close. things, if you know what I mean.” Jason used the momentum to shove him backward hard and the combination of the shove and his weight caused the man 119 120 to lose his balance. He slipped on the edge of the point. As he The hours pass and the sun angles in low through branches. lost his footing he released Jason. With a yell he pitched He hasnt eaten all day. After covering the body with leaves, backward into the gully, dropping his knife and flailing his he is back in his cabin, waiting for nothing, wondering what to arms. With a muffled crack, the back of his skull struck a do, questioning everything, the stranger’s motive, his identity. sharp rock in the creek as he landed. He thinks back to the incident and starts shaking. His mind is a confusion of panic and doubt. Jason scrambled down the side of the gully, grabbed the knife —— and went to the man holding it tight, ready to strike. The man He begins to formulate a plan. The tragedy will be secret. He wasn’t moving. Jason dropped the knife and stood there. cannot to go to jail. He figures the system of law in this part of the country would find him guilty and he refuses to spend his Then he panicked. He ran to the top of the ridge and sat life in prison for an accident. Besides, he thinks, it was self- behind a tree, waiting, fear rattling his body in waves. He lifted defense. He realizes without a witness it would be nearly his bloodied shirt and examined the cut. The knife only impossible to prove his innocence. scratched the surface. The cut had already stopped bleeding. —— Later, he is back at the body, nervously looking at the man’s After listening for a few moments, he stood up and went back wallet, his driver’s license. Randall Spillman, age 39. He down to the point, taking his steps slowly. He peered over stops reading, looks around at the surrounding valley, the edge. The man was still. A near-black liquid dribbled hurriedly puts the wallet back in the man’s jacket – the money from behind his head, slid down the side of the large rock and and credit cards intact. He wants no connection to the body dripped into the gravel below. and is repulsed by having to handle or be near the large “He’s dead... God, he’s dead,” Jason whispered, unbelieving. corpse. His stomach revolts and sends him to the edge of the He sat on the ledge and stared at the man while spasms of gully in erratic movements, retching up his breakfast while shock wracked him. tears leach from his eyes. He sits on his haunches, arms locked across his legs, rocking slowly. ------—— 121 122 At evening, he walks through black forms of trees, looking for attacked him and without looking at the face, he covers the the right place, a grave for his attacker. He needs to make body with silt. Exhausted, he keeps working, his pace slower sure it goes unnoticed. After looking around, he spots an open now that the body is hidden. He uses the shovel to carve at place in the floodplain near his property line. At the edge is a the base of the old oak. After easily chewing through the large, dead oak leaning over the creek. The soil under it is rotted main roots, the oak twists slowly, loses its balance and deep and loose from years of gathering sediment. He makes falls with a heavy crash over the grave site, covering it with a decision. decaying limbs and bark. Grateful for the direction of the fall, —— he looks around nervously. Walking back to the cabin, soft He is dragging something large and leaden, wrapped in a rain begins to fall, a welcome relief from the swelter of night. blanket. The sides of the hill are steep. The crickets seem —— louder each time he rests. In the dark, he can barely see his His sleep is fitful. When he wakes, it is still dark and wet way, yet he moves on, moving the body across the forest floor with soft rain. He suddenly realizes something he forgot. He in small increments for what seems an eternity, clearing a dresses and heads out with an old metal rake. As daylight path in the leaves with its weight. His legs are bruised and emerges, he has flung leaves back over the path left from bloody from hitting unseen limbs, his back is covered in sweat dragging the body. He sprints back to the cabin as heavy and mosquito bites. He finally reaches the clearing. He leaves rain begins to fall. When he reaches the cabin it is a down- the body near the bank of the creek. The blanket has forest pour. His shirt and pants are left by the door, dirty and wet. detritus covering its wool nap. The smell of soil and leaf-mold fills the cabin as he dreams, —— murmuring into the mattress. Dark images crowd his mind He labors with a shovel in the darkness. He uses a and follow him down into troubled depths. The rain continues, handsaw for the roots, which seem to multiply with every marking time as he sleeps late into the day. shovel depth. When the hole reaches his hips, he stops, —— panting, dizzy from exertion and lack of food, only adrenaline The newly-raked leaves are soon patted down by the rain. keeping him at his task. He retrieves the body and shoves it What was once a fresh drag-path looks undisturbed. The into the hole, its leaden arms flap useless against the sides. deluge continues throughout the day and into the next, raising He stands above his attacker, wondering why the man creek levels to unprecedented heights. As the water begins to 124 123 swirl into the flood plain, silt gathers around the fallen oak. Chapter 15 The force of water traps larger and larger rocks in the fingered limbs and around the trunk; sand fills the spaces The atmosphere was late-summer thick and still. The around them. As the rain continues, the creekbottom becomes spoiled air from sawmills loitered, mixing with putrid whiffs a raging torrent of brown water, quietly covering the oak, its from paper mills to the south and an August overcast hung upper branches grey and bone-like, clawing the air above the low. Vesta hated the way it looked at this time of year. gravesite while gritty sediment buries the incident deeper “Indiana white-sky” she called it. Never quite blue, the sun below the cold miasma. A liquid stillness envelops the valley a hazy, bright area, not strong enough for sunglasses, yet it as waters rise. Mounting flood levels calm the foamy made her squint when she looked up. It should either go whiteness into a fleet, sliding mass, its surface marbled with ahead and rain or just be clear, she thought, sitting on the ochred reflections of a slick green canopy, hiding a back screened-in porch at the women’s shelter. Her son leaden afternoon sky. played nearby with large, oddly-shaped blocks, manufac- tured in unreal colors of plastic: hot orange, bright yellow, kelly green, flourescent blue. Sitting on grey carpet, he chattered away to himself while constructing flimsy build- ings, only to topple them and begin again.

It was Saturday and he and Vesta would visit Ruby. The thought of travel made her pulse rise, her hands jumpy. She didn’t like leaving the shelter now that Randy knew where she was. The staff had been put on notice since the previous week’s incident. Someone was stationed behind the large picture window facing the street during daylight hours and at night the house was locked. A security system noti- fied French Lick police immediately if a window or door was touched from the outside. It took Tanya Primor and Mrs. 125 126 Simpson, the house “mother,” three days to calm Vesta down Vesta’s smile was weak. and convince her to stay. She didn’t want to live with her “Thanks, Mrs. Simpson. I won’t be long.” mother again. For now this was the only other option. She pulled her hair back from her face and walked into the She stared at the window screen, watching a moth flutter at house. Looking around the large dining room, she spotted the mesh in useless frenzy. Just like me, she thought, Tanya sitting on an overstuffed sofa at one end. She was flapping away and getting nowhere. She felt sorry for the going through some folders and looked agitated. Vesta came insect but sat watching it, unwilling to change its fate. over and sat in a nearby chair that faced the sofa. Tanya didnt look up but acknowledged her. There were voices coming from inside the house, one “Hi, Vesta. Give me a minute; I’m trying to find something.” sounded loudly familiar. It was Tanya. Oh lord, she “Mmm, that’s fine”, she answered, “I’m just glad to be out of thought, what’s she doing here again? Heavy steps came that god-awful stink and heat.” closer, the back door opened enough for Mrs. Simpson to With her head tilted forward, she toyed with her sleeve and lean her head out. glanced up at Tanya now and then. This woman makes me “Vesta, honey, Tanya’s here and wants to talk to you. You nervous, she thought. She’s always so busy and she don’t got a minute?” ever stop moving. You’d think she’d be thinner with all that Her voice was an unwelcome interruption to Vesta’s reverie. rushin’ around. She drew in a breath, stood up and looked at Taylor and then the ground. Tanya was in a dark green, gauze tunic with a matching vest. “Uh, can you...” A chain belt was cinched around her waist. What was Mrs. Simpson smiled in a knowing way. “Of course, honey. intended to be loose fabric was stretched tight over her I’ll watch Taylor while you two talk.” large breasts and the belt suffocated under her belly. Long Vesta approached the door and Mrs. Simpson reached out green earrings swung on her ears; the gold dangles clattered and took her arm lightly. “Don’t worry about him. I’ve seen against each other as she rooted through her briefcase. She my share of boys in this place and he’s practically an angel thought the outfit gave her mystique but the loud jewelry and compared to most.” heavy makeup miscast her as an overweight genie. 127 128 Tanya’s frustrated search was a front. She was nervous Vesta sat with a blank look on her face. She had no idea the about broaching the subject of Vesta’s job and getting her to process would be that expensive and wondered why Tanya do something that could incarcerate them. The risk was high was suddenly so serious. Her neck became splotchy. but big money sang to her. She felt there was slim chance “I-I uh, thought you said the process would be easy and the they’d be able to prove her involvement. It was her word state would pay for most of it,” she blurted out. She was against Vesta’s, if it came to that. ready to cry and didn’t want further embarrassment in front of her lawyer. With a heavy sigh, she put the files away and sat back in the “Well, hon, that’s true,” Tanya started again, “and the state couch. Her glasses were held by a gold chain and she pulled will reimburse you once you show them the fees and them off letting them fall to her breast. She smiled at Vesta receipts, but we still havn’t applied for state legal aid. I’ve and clasped her fleshy hands together in anticipation. been carrying you for now.” “Vesta, we need to talk”, she said in a firm voice. She had Vesta right where she wanted her – emotional, The look on her face was serious, her smile frozen and false. dependant and in her debt. Vesta was clueless. Vesta looked up, questioning. “Vesta, honey, do you need a tissue?” Tanya asked, her voice “Well... ok. What’s up?” she said, dreading the answer. suddenly warm. Vesta silently shook her head which was Tanya opened a file with Vesta’s name on it and began now aimed at her lap. Her long hair hid her face. leafing through papers, leaning toward Vesta as she tallied. “Now if you want to do business with me, you’re gonna need “Well, hon, so far we’ve racked up quite a few legal fees here. to look me in the eye and hold that chin up, OK?” There’s the filing fee for the restraining order, the filing of Tanya was ready to make her move. Vesta looked up at her. legal seperation of common law parties; there’s the set up for “That’s better. You’ve got such a pretty face, you shouldn’t this shelter application and all, and then of course, my hide it so much. Now, I think we have a way that we can get hours, which so far come up to about twelve at a hundred an through this mess, but you’re going to have to trust me and hour. It totals about three grand by the time we get you a do what I say, OK?” permanent address with a subsidized house. And that’s not Her tone was maternal as she dug out a tissue and handed it counting court time.” She sat back and shook her head to Vesta who nodded as a tear rolled down her cheek. slowly with a look she reserved for hard-luck cases.

129 130 “For now, sweetie, don’t worry about the money part. We’ll the room. Nobody else was present and Mrs. Simpson was work that out later with the state, I can fight that one for still on the porch with Taylor. Tanya’s gaze followed Vesta’s. you. But you might be able to aid me in another matter. If She hushed her tone. you do, I’ll just forget about some of those hours on your “Now, hon, don’t get all excited. I know you’d be taking a account. You think you can help me with something?” small risk, but it’s really no big deal. I’ll just make some Vesta took a deep breath, dried her eyes and began feeling copies and give them back to you the very next day. One some relief. She doubted she could help Tanya, but it would little ol’ day isn’t going to make any difference and Mrs. ease the guilt she felt if she tried. Stalbert won’t even know they’re gone. I’ll come in and “What do you want me to do? I don’t know anything about meet with you at lunch in the break room and you can give your kind of business and I’m already working down at the me the files there. Then, the next day, I’ll come back again courthouse full-time. I want to help, but with Taylor and all and give them right back. Doesn’t that woman ever take a how can I?” lunch out? I’m sure there’s at least a couple of times a Tanya leaned in with another facetious smile. week she’s out of the building, right?” “Well, it’s that job at the courthouse that is going to be your Vesta nodded as she spoke. “Yeah, she gets her hair done savior. All I need you to do is get some files for me to look at Betty’s in town on Thursdays, so she takes a long lunch.” at and when I’m done, you can just put them back where Tanya’s smile was genuine now. “There, ya see? She gets you got them. As long as Merna Stalbert doesn’t see it her hair done on Thursdays,” she repeated. “Well, all you happen, everything will be just fine.” gotta do is get the stuff Wednesday night and I’ll bring it right back Thursday at noon. She won’t know I was there.” Vesta became wary and she looked at Tanya with growing concern. Although she was indebted to the woman in front of her, “What are you going to do with the files? Those are the Vesta doubted the ethics of what she was suggesting. What master files. They aren’t allowed to leave the courthouse. I could she possibly want the files for? Why didn’t she just could get fired and even go to jail if they caught me.” go through the regular process of requesting them and then Vesta’s hands pulled at her sleeves as she looked around get copies? Vesta was confused and had a lot of questions.

131 132 Before she could ask, Tanya gathered up her things and was bad for her. The new lady was nice and she hoped she’d getting ready to leave. She put her purse on her shoulder become friends with her mother. She smiled and went back and with her briefcase in the other hand she turned back up the stairs without a sound. She liked hearing adults tell to Vesta. each other secrets. Now she had one of her own. “You just give that some thought. You’ll see it really makes sense this way. You won’t owe me nearly as much and we’re kind of helping each other, right?” Vesta remained seated and looked up at her. “I guess so. I really don’t know where I’d get that kind of money, anyway. This will kind of make us even?” Tanya chuckled, her eyes nearly disappearing. “Yes, exactly. It will make us even. I’ll be in touch, OK, hon?” Her earrings tossed and her heels pocked the wood floor as her heavy, quick stride echoed through the house. Vesta gave no answer. She looked down at her fingernails and wondered what she should do. She knew she wanted to help but her job was the only firm thing in her life now. She didn’t want to lose it, especially if it meant losing her son and any hope for the future.

Behind the dining room was a curved stairwell that led to the rooms upstairs. Sitting on a carpeted stair was a young girl of 12 named Sandra Wilson. She wasn’t sure of what she heard, but knew it was probably something she shouldn’t have. She liked the new lady that came to live there with her son but didn’t like seeing her upset. She felt

133 134 Chapter 16 ago; the deer beat her to it before she was out of bed. Songbirds nested in the small maples and oaks that dotted Since her youth, Lurleen loved to pick blackberries. When the edges of the reclaimed pasture, and in places where the she was a young girl, she’d get up earlier than the rest of the grasses were tall enough, meadowlarks built their nests family, get the special basket her grandmother had bought among foxtail and ryegrass. The fact that a diversity of from an Amish woman in Orleans and go to the edges of the wildlife had adapted to the ridgetop was not lost on Lurleen. pastures to pick. The space between the pasture and the She had seen an increase of rabbits, turkeys, raccoons and tree line was filled with blackberry canes, spread by what owls over the years. She hoped it would continue to grow birds had found before and after Lurleen’s harvest. more wild.

The berries were at peak and Lurleen was excited. It made Halfway across the old Yount pasture, she noticed a man in her aging mind feel young and gave purpose to the day. camo crossing the old logging road near the Lambert boy’s She’d prepared a thermos of lemonade and brought some place and immediately recognized him. What the hell is insect repellent and a scarf. After soaking the scarf in spray, Randy Spillman doing up here? she wondered. Her first she tied it around her head, warding off mosquitoes and impulse was to suspect him of getting to her blackberries deerflies that hovered near as she worked her way down each before she could, but she realized it was a silly thought. fenceline. Canvas gloves protected her thin hands from Imagine that jerk coming all the way out here for thorns but the occasional needle pricked her and her back blackberries, she mused. Still, his presence bothered her. ached after hours in the sun. The task of gathering The longer she thought about it the faster she moved in the blackberries wasn’t pain-free. direction of Jason’s cabin. She left the basket on a large © 2004, Keith J. Hampton rock and headed out across the field. The overgrown pastures on top of the ridge were filled with dogwood and cedar trees. Deerberry bushes were also here By the time she reached the edge of Jason’s property, Randy and there, full of green fruit which ripened nearly overnight, was well into the woods. Lurleen crept further into a thicket only to be stripped clean by the deer the next morning. near where Randy had entered. She stepped silently, trying Lurleen gave up trying to catch that particular harvest long to remain unseen. If I get to the other side of his place and

135 136 don’t run into Randy, then I’ll go back to picking, she prom- Without warning, Randy had pulled out a knife and had ised herself. But I want to make sure that idiot isn’t hanging swiped it across Jason’s side, but then Randy was yelling as around up here. She neared Jason’s cabin but saw nothing. he fell backwards into the creekbed. Jason was now down in His SUV was sitting in the circular lane in front, but there the gully beyond her sight and she stood to get a better view. was no sign of anyone. She saw Jason throw down the knife and run to the top of the ridge where he sat behind a large oak, talking to himself. She heard that Randy and his buddies went poaching in that area but she’d never seen him. Her brother Eustes said Lurleen felt like she was dreaming. Her heart hammered, there were only two conservation officers for the entire rocking her body as stood, the pulse thumping in her palms county. There was no way Randy would get caught poaching. as she grasped the young trees. All was silent. She couldn’t She couldn’t see if he carried a gun, but sensed he was up to see where Randy fell but knew he must have gotten hurt or no good. Randy’s presence usually meant trouble. She worse. After all he’s done, she thought, he deserves it. Her disliked the man, especially after hearing he’d beaten Ruby’s mind was thick with what she’d seen and she felt a twinge of daughter. She didn’t mind folks crossing her land, but she guilt for not taking action. Her concern focused on Jason was angry Randy trespassed Jason’s. She felt a sense of instead of what had just taken place. Lurleen wanted to maternal duty to protect the younger man. rush over to him and help him but thought better of it. She sat down confused, hidden in the dogwoods, and silently After a few minutes she heard muffled voices in the creek prayed. Her legs felt weak and she pulled them out from valley to the north. She stepped to the edge of the hill, hid under herself. She tried to replay what she had just behind a small grove of saplings and watched from that witnessed in her mind. Ants crawled over her jeans in vantage point as the two men talked. She couldn’t make out aimless search. what they were saying but the panicked look on Jason’s face told her to pay attention. Suddenly Randy had his arm A few minutes later she watched Jason walk over to the gully around Jason and he was trying to wrestle free from the and look down. She took the opportunity to creep back out larger man’s hold. Lurleen gave a start but remained frozen of the area. Once she reached the edge of the pasture, she in place. pulled out her pack of Larks and lit one, dragging deeply on

137 138 it as she walked to her basket. What she’d witnessed left at it. The thick, silver blade had deep scallops along one her shaken but she felt certain she’d have to help the boy. edge. The handle was made of horn. The chrome finish and He wasn’t the type who would handle something like this fancy scrollwork looked expensive. She pocketed the knife well. If word got out that he had anything to do with and quickly made her way out of the valley. If Jason Randy’s injuries, it would be his end. Randy and the sheriff used it on him, they’ll never find it, I’ll make sure of that, were buddies and everyone knew it. The sheriff could throw she thought. blame at the nearest target and had the power to make it stick. She had to help keep Jason’s secret. She wanted to let Later, Lurleen stood at her kitchen sink, rinsing off the him know that he could trust her. berries and thinking of how to approach Jason. Surely the police will come, she figured. But I have got to talk to him She went back to picking blackberries and had filled the before that happens. We gotta get our story down. basket halfway when she suddenly stopped. It seemed futile picking berries with such a strange happening only over the Her mind jumped from subject to subject, always coming next hill. She decided to help and made her way back to the back to Randy falling backwards into the creek. She made creek valley. up her mind that she would go to Jason the first thing in the morning. “Randy can stay out there and rot for all I care,” A form covered in leaves was in the creekbed but Jason was she said aloud. She turned on the TV and began to watch gone. She slowly went near and nudged it with her foot. It the evening news. They were calling for rain and she hoped was Randy’s body. “I guess he’ll get his judgement,” she said it wouldn’t be too heavy. She wanted to get to Jason before in a whisper. She stood and looked at the body for a he left. moment, not sure of what to think. ––––– The next morning Lurleen took her time drinking coffee and She turned to leave but something on the bank caught her listening to the rain on her steel roof. After an hour she eye. A patch of shiny chrome was half hidden. She walked decided to walk up to Jason’s cabin, rain or not. She passed over to get a closer look and bent down to pull the leaves a small chicken coop, its rusted roof slick and dull orange in back. It was Randy’s knife. Lurleen picked it up and looked the half-light of day. It stirred up memories.

139 140 Built long ago for a single hen, it had not been used since. She made her way through the sumac and crested the The mailman gave chicks to his favorite patrons one Easter, hilltop, her view opening up to the field once planted in corn exiting before they could say no. Most chicks died within a and soybeans. It now stood tall with ironweed, thistle and few days but Lurleen’s thrived. She named it Penny-hen. It sassafras saplings. The soil was exhausted and farmers fed on bugs in the yard and roosted in her spare bedroom. were dying off. Those left weren’t inclined to haul equipment Due to the mess, she built the small coop and a pen outside. up the hill with the risk being smaller in the creekbottoms. The hen wasn’t sold on the concept. Raised in better conditions, it pecked nervously at the gate and roosted on a Lurleen wanted to make sure the prior day’s events had stump rather than go into the coop. The chicken grew larger. really happened. She headed toward the back of Jason’s Lurleen grew tired of feeding it and the constant clucking property in the rain. She didn’t mind the wet, it made rangled her nerves. She had a farmwife in Mifflin prepare it things easier; tall grass laid down so ticks and chiggers were for eating. She baked the bird but when she sat down to eat less prevelent. The woods were darkened earth tones and it, Lurleen’s appetite fled. Thoughts of cutting into Penny- greens. She navigated the gully leading to Randy, but the hen reduced her to tears. She left the table. The still-steam- scene had changed. Where his body fell was covered in rac- ing poultry remained untouched. The next day she gave ing, muddy water. She thought she might have gotten the Ruby Cahill the meal, roaster and all. wrong hollow but decided she was in the right place, after all. A nuthatch crept around the base of a beech tree The climb up the hill was steep. By the time she was halfway nearby, keeping an eye on her as it searched for insects. up, the rain had already formed rivulets in the drive. The lane never had proper ditches; draining water made it She turned east and headed into Jason’s camp. As she trecherous. Frequent wash-outs in the spring were reached his lane, she heard his SUV heading out toward her. temporarily remedied when the county sent a truck filled She walked to the pine grove that surrounded his entrance with creek gravel to make repairs and the yearly process and waited. The dark SUV rounded the first corner and repeated itself. approached the gate, its headlights on and wipers going. Jason motioned a cautionary “hello” and put the vehicle in park. The passenger window came down and he leaned his 141 142 head towards Lurleen. powerful nurturing instinct, but thought she should respect “You’re gonna get awful wet standing out there. Get in.” his current situation with some distance. In her pocket her “Oh hon, I don’t want to mess up your pretty car, I’ll just right hand fingered Randy’s knife. stand out here, I’m already soaked anyway.” “You get in here and get out of the rain, old woman!” “I have something for you.” She slowly withdrew the knife Lurleen let out a resigned sigh but internally was happy from her jacket. “I found this down by the creek.” Jason was being so polite. She climbed up into the SUV, her She looked over at him, her eyes full of pity and knowledge. coat dripping on the carpet and soaking the seat. Jason’s heart jumped at the sight of the knife. He stared at it, incredulous. They sat there in silence for a moment, Jason stared straight “How...” ahead, pensive, while Lurleen glanced at his face from the “Look,” Lurleen cut him off, “don’t you worry about it. I can corner of her eye. He looks horrible, she thought. keep a secret bettr’n anyone. Randy Spillman weren’t “Been raining for about eight hours now,” Lurleen said. “Gets nothing but talkin’ trash. He’s better off now and it ain’t your to the point where you can’t sleep if you have a metal roof.” fault. He had no business bein’ there.” “Yeah, I hear that,” Jason replied. He wasn’t in the mood to talk but decency caused him to be Jason’s breathing quickened. He had forgotten the knife. civil toward the drenched woman in his vehicle. He wanted His head ached and his eyes darted around the interior of to leave as soon as possible, though he enjoyed Lurleen’s the SUV. What had she seen? he wondered. How much did company. Another silence followed, the window wipers she know? bounced in rhythm while the rain spattered the roof. “Lurleen, look he tried to... he was...” Lurleen cut him off again. Lurleen looked at Jason’s hands. His nails were full of mud, “Jason, you don’t need to tell me anything. I saw what he and his wrists were scratched up with dried blood clotted on was doing and it was wrong. I mean, it’s not wrong for two them. His shoes were muddy as well. She kept silent about it men, well, I mean it’s not right for someone to force another and formulated what must have happened in her mind. She person, ya know?” couldn’t reach out to him like she wanted to. Still, she felt a Her smile was compassionate. He sat gripping the wheel, all 143 144 of his secrets exposed. His eyes welled up as he let out a “I put him in the ground, Lurleen, near the creek. Then I gasp and bent forward to rest his head between his hands. pushed a dead tree over on the place.” “Oh God,” he said in quiet exhaustion. Jason’s hands shook as he thought about the body. Tears filled his eyes, blurring his vision of the floorboard. “Well, he’s prolly buried under a few yards a mud by now,” His grip eased and he leaned his head back, his face wet. Lurleen reasoned. “That creek is flooded higher than it’s Lurleen reached her hand over and held his shoulder. been in a while. They ain’t gonna find him, you can be sure “Jason, I don’t care what you are, I only care about who you of that. Doubt anyone even knew he was back here.” are.” She looked out at the pine branches as they dripped in odd synchronicity. “And Randy? He’s had it coming. It was They sat for a while in silence, the rain growing heavier with God’s hand, not yours. Just take this and hide it some- time. where, or hell, just throw it out the window on your way “Well, ya better take me down to my place. I got some berries home. I don’t care. It just can’t be around here.” to can and I’m gonna have to change these here clothes. I’m soaked clean through!” Lurleen laughed. She took her hand down, patted his leg a few times and then Jason turned and looked at her and despite himself, he took the knife and laid it on the seat between them. smiled. He started down the hill and rounded the bend to “We’ll get through it, young man. Anybody that can do what the steep incline, the motor a muffled purr in the thick air. you done up here is strong enough to make it through this an’ more. You did the right thing, and if you were thinking The forest stood mute. Pine needles in the lane formed small you’d never get out of it, you were right. The sheriff and dams which burst and reformed further down. Two bluejays Randy were good friends. He’d make you the bad guy, sat in the bottom branches of a red pine, shaking out their especially since you ain’t from here.” wet feathers, their raucous voices held silent. She leveled her gaze at him. “Where’s Randy now?” Jason’s mind leafed through the events of the previous night. A few more seconds went by. He turned and looked at Lurleen, his eyes red and expression dulled.

145 146 Chapter 17 He was mildly concerned about his friend, even though lately they’d grown apart. The office he held didn’t leave room for Sheriff Rickenbaugh set the coffee cup down, aiming for the many close friends. Fraternization with cops in Crawford spot where cups had been placed for fifteen years. Rings from County made a man look like a snitch. Not many wanted that mug bottoms left a history of dark stains in the oak desktop. label, especially when half the county’s male population regu- He liked at least one cup a day to get his mind – and his body larly broke the law. The sheriff had already been put on – moving. It gave him the edge he needed to monitor Crawford notice from the county board for cronyism a few years back County from the privacy of his office in the back of the police and had drawn his circle of friends even smaller. station. Coffee was something his day felt incomplete without and after a few swigs he’d adjourn to the restroom with a He counted Randy as one of his best friends. They grew up hunting magazine. side by side and hunted or fished together nearly all of their lives. Randy was the brother that Ricky never had. Though Afterward, he’d sit at his desk eating Holly cakes. Thick glass his interest in law enforcement shoved a soft wedge between windows seperated him from noisy phones and office them, there was still a bond there, a history. machines but allowed him to watch his staff. The cliché of doughnut-eating cops rang in his mind but he ignored it. He He picked up the receiver of the phone on his desk and dialed swung around to face the windows and watched faint breezes Randy’s number. After seven or eight rings, he hung up and push a mimosa tree’s branches up and down in slow motion rubbed his face with one hand. Damn, he thought, guess I’ll as he chewed on thick, strawberry-flavored dough. go out there and see what the deal is. He stood, picked up his keys and sheriff’s hat and started around the desk. His mind wandered to the subject of Randy Spillman. He hadn’t heard from him since he delivered the restraining At the same moment, Clydie, his assistant, was coming in the order and that was a few weeks ago. Kind of unusual, he’s door backwards, talking to no one in particular, holding her usually ready to go fishing or something after this long, Ricky coffee in one hand and a stack of files in the other. thought. “Well, it beats the hell out of waitin’ for cable to get out here, I don’t care what it costs.”

147 148 The blinds on the door swung out and back, hitting the glass Randy drank too much and then tried to feel her breasts with a soft jangle as she stood in the doorway. which, although displayed prominently were usually “look- “Oh, hey Ricky, where ya going?,” she said as she turned but-don’t-touch” territory. around, chewing hard on a piece of gum and smiling at the sheriff. She dropped the files in his desk’s inbox. “Those are the files on last week’s arrests, hon. You want to go over them now?” Clydie had large breasts and liked sexy clothes; tight jeans “No, I’m heading out there directly to see if he’s around.” and stretchy tops over which she’d throw a scarf in playful He kept his eyes on the ground and slid past Clydie as she modesty. A band of elastic held her bleached hair high in a stood by the door. “I’ll be back later.” curly, fried mass, making her beakish nose prominent. Blue “Allright, hon. Whatever you say, your the boss.” eyeshadow bordered razor-thin eyebrows arched perennially as if in suprise. She watched his rear end as he walked out past the front desk, admiring the tightness of his brown uniform pants and The sheriff first looked at her breasts and then her eyes and wondering why he still hadn’t asked her out. In her late then avoided looking at her completely as he talked. thirties, Clydie was hunting for a husband and like many “Clydie, you go down to Ronny’s sometimes, don’t ya?” women in her position, the harder she pressed for it the less “Now, Ricky, I wasn’t that late this morning and besides, I men seemed to be attracted. I’d love to have a go at that, she only had two drinks and left by nine o’clock last nite.” thought, scratching her head with the end of a pen, her jaw Her look was defiantly guilty. pulverizing gum in successive blows while her lips pursed out “Jesus, Clydie, I ain’t blaming you for nothing, I just and back in a red bud. wondered if you still went there. I’m looking for Randy –––––– Spillman. Have you guys see him there lately?” The sheriff’s patrol car reached the gravel driveway of Randy’s “Well. No, I havn’t, but I ain’t looking for that jerk anyway.” farmhouse and he immediately saw odd evidence. The mail- box was open and stuffed full. A recently delivered package Clydie made the mistake of going on a date with Randy years was laying on the ground in a plastic bag, untouched. He let before and had pronounced him bad news from that time on. the car idle for a minute at the head of the drive while he

149 150 worked things out in his head. The amount of mail meant same ashtray full, he noted. Randy still hadn’t cleaned up. Randy had been gone a long while. It didn’t make sense to the sheriff. He noticed a torn manila envelope on the table, but there were no labels or markings He eased up the driveway, watching the house and yard for on it. The living room was still as he stepped back to the any signs. The yard was quiet except for the sad song of a bedroom and looked in. The bed was unmade. A large fly mourning dove on the wires and cicadas buzzing nearby. buzzed methodically over the sheets. He went back to the Randy’s delivery truck sat next to the driveway in grass that kitchen and turned the lock on the doorknob. A few more was long overdue for mowing. The vehicle looked like it had white paint chips fell as he closed the wooden door behind not moved for a week or more. He pulled up to the house and him. He stood on the porch for a few minutes, surveying the turned off the engine. His mind played with the idea of yard. I don’t know where you are, buddy, he thought, but suicide but he knew Randy wasn’t the type to get despondent you sure ain’t been here in a while. over women. He got out of the car and walked to the porch steps and paused. He sensed his buddy wasn’t home but he The sheriff walked down the steps and back to his patrol car. wanted to know why. Randy’s pickup truck was gone which The yard felt eerie. He wondered who the last person to see could mean that he could be hunting or camping anywhere. Randy was and he planned to come back again the next day. If Randy was still gone he’d file a missing persons report. The sheriff went up the steps and crossed the porch. He He started the car and drove out to the end of the lane, opened the rickety screen and knocked loudly on the wooden staring at the full mailbox. As he pulled onto the road, door, revealing more green as the curling white paint fell off. the cicadas in the yard began a cycle of unearthly, metallic He waited a few seconds, knowing there wouldn’t be an crescendos, winding down to silence and then rattling up answer and then tried the doorknob. It was open. He glanced again in their quest to find a mate before the end of summer. back around the yard and went inside the kitchen, the screendoor clacking in its frame behind him. ———

The kitchen smelled like rotting food. He stood looking Ronny’s Bar was usually quiet at 10 a.m., but there were around in the dim morning light. Same dishes in the sink, always a few men who needed a drink at that hour; diehard

151 152 © 2004, Keith J. Hampton alcoholics who left home, came in for a shot and went to rung below the bar. work late. When the sheriff pulled up there were two Halsy reached into the refrigerator, poured the sheriff a pickups in the gravel parking lot, an old red one and an tumbler and sat it in front of him. oversized black one souped up with fog lights and a bug “On the house, man.” Halsy began putting glasses into the shield. He recognized it as Halsy’s and pulled up beside. He racks above the bottles on the back wall. could smell the bar’s interior when he got out of his car. Stale “Hey, thanks.” Ricky took a swig and set the glass down. beer wasn’t his favorite thing to breathe in the morning but “Halsy, you know Randy Spillman don’t ya?” he went toward the door anyway. Halsy’s mind came alive when he heard the name. His tone was sarcastic as he faced the sheriff. “Yeah, I know that one. The sheriff opened the door and squinted as he walked in. Very popular guy. He aint been in here for a while though. There was an old man at the end of the bar nursing a glass Last time I saw him was a few weeks ago. He was talking to of something ochre. The bar interior had a sick, yellow glow some suit and tie guy.” and Halsy’s black and white TV blared from behind the bar. “Oh yeah? Who was that?” The sheriff’s tone deepened. “The Price is Right” was on and the old man watched it with “How should I know? Just some nervous guy who asked a half-interest. lot of questions. If you ask me, he smelled like a lawyer.” Having needed the services of many attorneys, Halsy knew Halsy was near the back, carrying racks of glasses from the one on sight. dishwasher in the kitchen. The sheriff nodded to him and “A lawyer. Hmm. When was that?” came over to the bar. Halsy nodded back, put the rack on a The sheriff downed the rest of the juice in two slow gulps bench and came over behind the bar, eyeing the sheriff with while watching Halsy’s face for signs of untruth. odd respect. It was rare that the sheriff came in to Ronny’s. “Like I said, a few weeks ago. ’Bout first of the month, I’d say. They seemed to be working on something they didn’t “Whatcha drinkin’, Ricky?” Halsy asked with a sardonic grin, want me to hear about. They ended up over in a booth by his large hands flat on the bar. the window.” “Kinda early for anything other than orange juice, so that’s “Yeah? Anything else?” what I’ll have.” He sat his hat down and put his feet on the “Well, I was kinda suspicious, especially since Randy is so

153 154 harsh on his woman and all. I hate that kind of thing, here since.” ya know? Anyway, I watched ’em for a bit but they went Halsy picked up the sheriff’s glass and held it up. outside.” “Another?” “OK. Did they leave the lot together?” The sheriff scrutinized “Nah, that stuff eats up my stomach. Hey, thanks for the Halsy’s story. info, I owe ya one.” He picked up his hat and stood up. “Nope. But the jumpy guy handed Randy something before “See ya around.” He walked towards the door. they split up.” “Hey Sheriff?” Halsy was not comfortable telling everything to the sheriff, Ricky wheeled around. It was the old guy at the end of the but he realized that if he wanted to, Ricky was capable of bar. He walked over to him but kept his distance. The old making life miserable for him. man’s pungent odor was apparent a few paces away. “What’d he hand him?” Sheriff Rickenbaugh was getting “Yeah, bud?” more focused. He felt he was onto something. “I know where that Spillman guy is. Ya oughter head over to “A package of some kind. Like an envelope. I couldn’t see the old Yount place.” The whiskered old man faced his drink. real good. I watched them through the window over there.” “What’s over there, my friend?” The sheriff was slightly Halsy motioned toward the decal-covered window in front of amused and took him for a drunk not making any sense. the building, his unease growing. “Well, his truck for one thing. It’s sittin’ over on one of them “An envelope? Was it brown?” loggin’ roads near Cedar Ridge. I take that road to spot “Yeah, it was. Looked like it had something in it, but I turkey and I’m-a thinkin’ it’s been there fer a week or more.” couldn’t tell what. Like I say, I was too far away and all.” The old man looked up at the sheriff with bleary eyes. “Thanks, buddy. I’ll be sure and check that out.” The sheriff looked down and played with his glass, thinking The sheriff looked over at Halsy who smiled and nodded. about his friend. What the hell is he doing now, he thought, dealin’ drugs or something? If Randy’s truck really was there, it might mean he was Halsy continued, “They talked a minute and then they both holed up in the woods for some reason. Ricky decided to drive took off. Randy headed up the road and that suit guy went out to Yount’s before dark. He left the bar with purpose. towards Tazwell. That’s about it, man. Randy ain’t been in

155 156 With aimless, bovine intent, the mud-encrusted cow plodded The cow joined others standing knee-deep and dazed in a along a fenceline path, hoof-rutted and littered with cracked creek muddied from movement. Flies clouded the air and fed dung. Rusting barbwire hung on locust poles leaning this way on the hapless animals. The hill above the creek was barren of and that and faded tail-hairs waved from it in hot breaths. The any green thing and some stretches of pasture had eroded cow licked her back and swatted flies with her matted tail. down to limestone. Cuts ran deep into the earth, made worse from hooves and runoff. The pasture was a slanting square and the cow aimed for a creek near the bottom, the only relief at that hour. Sycamores On the edge of the farm, a barn roof teetered on two corner- stood near the watering place and, save for two walnut trees posts. A rusted-out tractor and long-idle implements sat by the house, were the only shade on the Yount farm. Yount’s nearby, each corroding neck sticking out like a skeletal spine. house stood at the ridgetop, a two-story block of scalded white Mud-daubers, spiders and rats occupied the structure. Owls in patchy green grass. Engulfed in weeds, unpainted outbuild- prowled it at night for a meal and swallows perched their mud ings dotted the land behind, underscoring the farm’s decline. homes on scant rafters in spring. The barn later succumbed to time and wind as postbeetles and termites pulverized it’s fallen bones. Yount was not thrifty. Brought into the world as labor, his embittered sons formulated other plans in their teens and ran By the barn’s collapse, the Yount name was only spoken of by off to nearby cities, leaving Yount and his thin wife to tend farming retirees. After his wife’s death, Yount passed the land acreage and cattle with scant help from area teenagers. It was on to his daughter, and died soon after. Wanting to hold onto a losing situation. Fences needed upkeep in all seasons and the land, she kept the taxes paid. Seeing the dilapidated pastures were soon overgrazed. Outbuildings rotted, but since house years later, she sold the farm in 100-acre parcels. scaling back to cattle, Estel Yount found little reason to paint. Until it sold, the farm stood barren. Remaining buidings were Pasture loss meant buying hay which also impacted Yount’s ghosts from an era when topsoil held firm and crops and cattle fortune. Hay was nearby – for a hefty price. Pulling his hay were robust. Sassafras groves thrived in fencerows and fields wagon behind a Farmall M tractor, Yount went to neighboring grew thick with young trees. Dark green cedars and wild rose farms to purchase what he needed. usurped the rest. Nature reclaimed her space.

157 158 Chapter 18 The lawyer smiled. She knows the system, Tanya thought. “Yes, I know. You wanna write this down?” It was 6:38 on a Tuesday evening when Tanya decided to call Vesta retrieved a pen and Tanya gave her the information. Vesta and put her plan into action. It wouldn’t be easy to get “Now, Vesta, don’t worry, I’m just doing some research and her to break the law, but it was simple paperwork and they when I’m done, I’ll give the files back to you. It’ll mean a lot would be finished overnight. She punched in the number for to me if we can get this done quick, OK?” the shelter, unhooked an earring and listened as the phone “Yeah, OK.” rang. Mrs. Simpson answered and went to find Vesta. Tanya “And don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten our little deal. I know examined her chipped nail polish while she waited and mused money doesn’t grow on trees. Your bill will be a lot easier to about getting her nails done by a pro once she was paid. swallow after this.” Vesta came down from her room and was breathless as she “Well, I guess I appreciate that, Tanya. I just don’t want to get talked. in trouble. You gotta make sure you get things back to me fast. Merna Stalbert watches me like a hawk. I don’t need “Hi, Tanya, how’s it going?” she said, not overly friendly. her on my case.” “Oh, I’m doing pretty good. Listen, hon, we need to get started “I know, I know. Don’t worry, I’ll be back at noon. They’ll be on that little job we talked about the other day.” back in place before she gets her first coat of hairspray.” Tanya was not interested in small talk. She wanted to get the instructions over with and get off the phone. Vesta’s hands were sweaty on the receiver as she hung up. “Hmm, ok. What should I do?” She was nervous even talking about it and wasn’t convinced “Well, there’s two platt book drawings and deeds that I need things would go smoothly. She didn’t have much choice. The you to get for me. I’ll keep them overnight, but you’ll get fees from Tanya were beyond her meager salary. She saw no them back in the morning. All you need to do is put them other way to pay them. back in place. Simple as that.” —— “Uh, ok.” Vesta was hesitant. “You know the platt book pages you want? I’ll need the numbers in order to find the On Wednesday Vesta stayed late at the courthouse. She drawings. I’m gonna also need the deed names.” purposely let work stack up on her desk to make it look

159 160 legitimate to the watchful eye of Merna Stalbert. together and put the book back. Her hands started to shake Mrs. Simpson had no problem watching her son a bit later as she left the room. than usual at the shelter, so everything was in place. The deeds would be a more difficult. To find them, she’d have “Vesta, I can’t believe you are still here. What’s the deal?” to go to the records office, an area she wasn’t as familiar Merna looked up at the clock over Vesta’s head and back with. She left the recorder’s office and went down the hall to down at her with a questioning look. It was 6:14. records. After looking at a few file cabinets, she found the “Oh, I’m just trying to catch up. I don’t want Wednesday to one she needed. The middle file drawer held the deeds of all back up into Thursday, ya know?” She glanced at Merna and Lincoln Township property owners. She scanned the names then looked back at her work. until she found Lambert and Briscoe. There was only one Merna stood there for a beat, irritated. She looked at the deed under the name Lambert, but there were several clock again and spoke with a brittle voice. Briscoes and it took a while to find Lurleen’s deed. “Well, it’s a little irregular. Just make sure you lock up the place good and tight when you leave. You’re the last person She stopped and looked up. Lurleen was a good friend of her here and I don’t need a break-in hanging over my head. mother’s. She wondered what Tanya would want with her Elections are just around the corner, ya know.” deed. The thought plagued her as she pulled the file and She backed out of the cubicle and marched down the hall to closed the drawer. As she picked up the Lambert deed, she the front entrance. noticed something odd on the front of it. Normally an imprint showed the recording date and time as well as a notary Vesta waited until she heard Merna’s car drive away, went to stamp. This deed had something additional on it she’d never the front doors and turned the deadbolt. The county seen before. It read “Digitally Filed” with a line for a time and courthouse was more or less secure. After a few minutes, she date and name. Merna’s name was written in the space. went down to the recorder’s office. She found the plat book Tanya wanted with ease and pulled the thick binder off the When’d they start doin’ this? she thought. If Merna can scan shelf. She opened it, undid the rings holding the pages in something in, I sure as hell can. Her thoughts went to her job place and lifted the sheets out. She put the binder back responsibilities and their seeming lack of significance. Why

161 162 don’t they let me do this too? she wondered. Vesta’s She went down the shallow concrete stairs, walked to her car computer knowledge was scant at best. She knew nothing of and drove toward French Lick. In one move, Vesta cut her date codes, nor did she know a log book was kept in a safe legal fees in half. This was damned easy, she thought. under Merna’s desk with dates, times and authors of all the CDs burned since the new system was installed.

She went around the file cabinets to a long table and noticed a computer system with a scanner and CD burner. The technology was foreign to her. In Vesta’s mind, physical files were the only ones that mattered. Anyway, she thought, Tanya didn’t say anything about CDs. She let the subject fade and left the recorder’s office with the deeds and plat book pages. At her desk, she picked up her purse and looked around. The room was quiet except for the heavy tick of the office clock above her cubicle.

Her hands were sweaty again. It was now or never. Once she left the courthouse with the files, she would be breaking the law. It didn’t matter to her anymore. She was away from Randy. She needed to do it in order to save money, money that could go for her son’s education, her own place, maybe some new things, a new life. She headed toward the lobby, her mind mixing and justifying. She unlocked the door, stepped out into the evening air and turned to lock the courthouse. With a metallic clunk, the deadbolt was secure.

163 164 Chapter 19 private car at Simmons’ law firm in town. Wilcotte drove from Evansville to report on his progress since employing Tanya Terre Haute isn’t known for its wealth, yet the small city has Primor. He would much rather have had a simple phone its share of well-to-do citizens. Most reside on large horse conference, but the older gentlemen were used to meeting farms and estates outside of the town proper. Steven Jacobs face to face on business. He reluctantly complied. was the wealthiest of them and he took no pains to hide it. Located near the Wabash River, his property stretched as far Simmons was in the middle of instructing Mason on the as the eye could see, a total of two-thousand fifty-four acres. legalities of keeping Ms. Primor’s name out of any The family’s ownership could be traced back to the time when discussion, since the meeting would be video-taped with a William Henry Harrison drove the Indians West and carved legal witness to cover their asses if any lawsuits arose. Tanya their stolen land into parcels. Primor’s name was only known to Mason. Simmons had him hire her without revealing any identity and avoided asking A commercial farm of corn and soybean fields, Jacobs questions which might cause Mason to say it. In this way, inherited it in the 1950s and soon transformed the bucolic he could not perjure himself on the stand if asked about scene into an estate with forested areas and landscaped roads her involvement in the situation. He believed in a higher going from one section to another. He bulldozed the power and would tell the truth once his hand touched a farmhouse and barns to build a 20,000-square-foot, three- Bible. During his swearing in, ‘so help you God’ was story mansion near the center of the property. Awkwardly taken seriously. imposing, its exterior was styled in sleek, neo-classical architecture. Large blocks of dark granite made up the After passing several guest houses, the black Lincoln pulled foundation, contrasting with limestone walls. The drive encir- up to the mansion. As they left the car, a butler came down cled a huge marble fountain and was reached by taking a carpeted stairs and opened the door. Speaking in clipped mile-long, tree-lined lane from the gated main entrance. fashion, he told them Mr. Jacobs was waiting in his study. They stepped into the impressive main foyer of the house and It was on this driveway that Crafton Simmons and Mason he brought them down a corridor. A wide stairway rose from Wilcotte found themselves after being picked up by a the foyer up two flights in a free-standing spiral that arched 165 166 © 2004, Keith J. Hampton its way to the ceiling 36 feet above. Mason had not seen concerned, time for a drink. He greeted the men with the such ostentation and his head turned quickly back and forth smile of a well-fed shark. to take in the surroundings as he walked behind the older lawyer. Simmons faced front and walked in a straight line, a “Simmons, you old bastard, you look like your ready for your picture of rectitude gliding down the hall behind the silent own funeral. Ha Ha!” assistant. He ceased to be impressed long ago. Crafton Simmons was used to the treatment, patiently enduring it each visit. “Yes, Sir”, he said, “You’re looking fit Mason, however, was nervous. He’d never met Steven as always”. Jacobs in person and had no idea what to expect. His hand “And you must be Mason Wilcotte.” A perfunctory nod clutched the handle of his briefcase as he practiced greetings towards the other attorney. in his mind. Mason began to speak but was cut off by Simmons. “He’s here to help report, as requested, Sir.” The man opened one of two massive study doors. He Mason started for Jacobs with an outstretched hand but was motioned them in and wordlessly walked away. Simmons held back by Simmons who looked at him with a barely went ahead of Mason and was clearly the main contact. The perceptable “no” sign. Mason backed away, feeling like a younger attorney was needed only for verification of certain punished child. Damn, he thought, the guy isn’t the Pope. details. In reality, he’d been brought along so that Jacobs could show Mason he was not just another client. He was a “Please, gentlemen, have a seat,” Jacobs bellowed, gesturing man with power and liked it to be seen or felt by anyone with one hand. He took a slug from his glass. No refreshment working with him at that level. was offered the men and they sat down. Their knees came up higher than expected once they were seated. Jacobs’ desk Jacobs was dressed in a royal blue jacket, a tourquoise shirt was on a raised platform and his stuffed leather chair was with a dark yellow tie, and white pants. He stood at a large much larger than the wooden ones they occupied. Mason window overlooking the drive and the surrounding woods. recognized the psychological game and wanted to roll his A glass in his left hand held two shots of premium single- eyes at the situation but simply looked down at his lap. malt scotch. It was eleven o’clock and as far as he was 167 168 Jacobs loomed over his glass topped desk and pushed a squatters, so to speak?” button on a small panel. The large door behind them opened Crafton looked at his notes as he spoke. “A young man and a meek woman came in with a video camera on a tripod. named Jason Lambert from Indianapolis who bought the Mason turned to look and was admonished again with a glare land from a woman named Lurleen Briscoe as well as Ms. from Simmons. He turned towards the front and sheepishly Briscoe herself. It’s a total of about 130 acres all told and looked at Jacobs. The silence was getting on his nerves. The both are adjacent to properties you’ve already acquired. woman brought the camera to the side of the room and We believe both deeds are invalid due to transactions having aimed it at the three men. She then started the camera and already been in place a few owners back. Unfortunate as came around in front of it, stated her name and notary this situation is for the current holders, we must assume public information, the date and time, and returned to her that we can purchase the properties from the rightful owners position behind the camera. or their assigns once evidence is brought forth in court.” He paused and looked at Mason who looked back at Then Jacobs began. “Gentlemen, I’d like a full report on him blankly. where we stand to date with the land acquisition in Crawford “Mr. Wilcotte, do you have anything to add?” County.” His words sounded canned, as if read from a script. Mason cleared his throat and began. “Yes, I think we should be able to proceed in the Crawford Crafton Simmons spoke up. “First of all, let me state that County Circuit Court within just a couple of weeks. The most of the parties concerned are willing to sell or have property owners havn’t been notified yet. We’re waiting for a already sold their holdings to us. There are a few parties couple more pieces of information first. Once we have those, that seem to be sitting on land illegally acquired or land that we can file an illegal possession charge. I’m waiting on Tany-” has a cloud on the deed from real estate transactions in the He quickly corrected himself. “I’m waiting on my assistant for past where improprieties were present. We are investigating the paperwork.” those and believe that once fully researched, those parcels will be returned to their proper owners. Simmons appeared ready to shatter. He glanced at Jacobs Jacobs looked pleased. “Good to hear, good to hear. In then turned his head and stared at Mason. His mistake regard to those properties, who are the current, uh, could render the session useless and they’d have to begin

169 170 again. The tape had to be seamless, unedited. A few tense Mason shifted in his seat. “Yes, Mr. Jacobs. You are seconds passed. Jacobs let the blunder drop and began again. perfectly clear.” “All right. I’m anxious to see how this turns out, of course. Strip mine? Mason hadn’t heard this before. He was puzzled. With just two property owners left to negotiate with, we “Good. That will be all gentlemen. Call me the minute you should be ready to start construction by the beginning of the know something. Take care, Craft, buddy.” year. Ms. Stenson, you can shut the camera off now.” He picked up his drink, turned in his chair and looked out His voice was soft as he motioned to the camera. Once the the window, finished with the attorneys. Simmons nodded camera’s red light vanished, he glared at Simmons, his eyes toward the hall. They picked up their things and walked full of fire. The woman picked up the camera and quickly quietly out of the study, the large door closing behind them left the room. with a thump. “You want to explain your boy’s problem with his mouth?” His anger barely concealed. “I don’t think I need to tell you what kind of power Steven “I assure you, Mr. Jacobs, it will not happen again.” Jacobs has. It would be wise to take his threats seriously. Simmons looked over at Mason. That blunder could have cost me this client and you your “Mr. Wilcotte is not used to taped reports, but I think he will ability to practice law.” quickly become accustomed to them, won’t you, Mr. Wilcotte?” Crafton Simmons was agitated as he re-arranged his suit in Mason’s forehead began beading in sweat. the smooth-moving Lincoln. “Yes, I will. S-sorry about that,” he stammered. “Look, I already apologized. It won’t happen again. I don’t Jacobs looked directly at Mason. need to be talked to like a child.” “Strip mining is an extremely difficult thing to push through, Mason was angry now. The situation was becoming too especially if it looks as if we’ve gained the upper hand much for him. He wondered if he could abandon it, but illegally. I’ve already been blocked in four other counties and realized he was stuck, perhaps for a long time. There was I don’t need your mouth to screw up this attempt. Are we too much incriminating information against him. Due to the clear on this, Mr. Wilcotte? Any more mistakes and you’ll be secrecy and chain of command, he’d be the fall guy if practicing law in another state.” anything was discovered.

171 172 Simmons opened his breifcase, retrieved a file and began Chapter 20 reading. He was finished speaking for the time being. Mason turned and looked out the window at the surrounding Tanya’s frustration was mounting. Though she’d already countryside. He thought about Jacobs and the idea of a changed to stronger wattage, the light from her lamp still strip mine. He’d seen what strip mines did to the wasn’t bright enough to suit her. It was 1:30 in the morning. environment. All of these people being moved out of the way She’d already drafted the new deeds, replacing the names on for something that ruins the entire area forever, he thought. the properties with the ones she was instructed to use. It wasn’t the kind of law he ever felt he’d be practicing and a It had been an easy task. She’d make copies in the morning sense of shame crept into his mind. and then hand them off to Vesta. But she had no experience with plat drawings and Wilcotte had only given her five He wanted to get out of the car, wander across the fields and sheets of special parchment. She’d already ruined three and sit by the river to think. The tension in the car was a stark was working on the fourth. All she had to do was trace the contrast to the pastoral views rushing past. The Lincoln existing lines with the ink pen and then write in different sped silently towards Terre Haute like an omen, leaving its property owner’s names. She had to be careful; there were wake in branches that hung over the dark asphalt. six different styles of writing and three different widths of linework.

Tanya had minored in art in her first four years of college, but her experience was mainly in watercolors and pottery. She was frustrated with the special ink pens. She had to use them vertically and lift them once a line was finished or a spot was left at the end of each. She then had to wait until each line was dry before starting a new one. Her failures were scattered on the floor beside her: spilled ink, smeared lines and one where her letters did not look quite right.

173 174 She put another lamp near and it helped. This one is turn- through the old one. The holes lined up with the original ing out nice, she thought. Just a few more lines and I’ll be perfectly. The cut lines were exact. The only difference was finished. A hole-punch was set up on a table beside her, it’s the names. She’d replaced Lurleen Briscoe on two plots of pins lined up exactly like the older pages Vesta brought her. land with the name Yount. All she needed to do was let this one dry and she could punch it. Put a few finger smudges on the corners and you She hummed a tune as she put the drawing and the new won’t be able to tell the difference, she mused. At least, not deeds into a large, white envelope. The old documents were at a glance. still sitting on the drawing table in front of her. She stared at them for a minute. Her largest concern was the notary seal on the deeds. As long as no one produced an original showing the Forging legal documents was minor compared to destroying embossment, they’d be covered. She could make copies court records. She envisioned future scenarios where which looked like the originals, except for a name change. authentic documents were found in her posession. What That was no big deal. An original would sink them all, would be the outcome? She couldn’t simply throw them however. Wilcotte had assured her that the original was over away to be somehow discovered later. They had to cease to forty years old and would never be found. Still, she didn’t exist. She needed to burn them. She decided to put them like that risk hovering over her. What the hell, she thought, in the fireplace, light them and that would be that. She there’s no proof of my involvement. The only person at risk began to hum again as she cleared off the drawing table. is Vesta. Her mind entered a state of calm. It was the same feeling she felt when winning an easy trial. She picked up the sheet and blew on it until it was dry. She inserted the page into the hole-punch, pressing on the bar. The paper crinkled slightly as the punch cut through the vellum. Ten perfect circles of vellum dropped through to the collecting tray below. The punch worked beautifully. She removed the paper, held it up to the light and looked at it 175 176 Chapter 21 time to pass. Finally at 11:40 Merna came in and told Vesta she was leaving for lunch. By the next day the rainy weather cleared out and the air cooled. Vesta was relieved to finally see the sun and as she Though everyone at the courthouse knew, Merna liked headed to English for work, its fanning rays had begun creating some mystery about her Thursday transformations. painting the mottled ridges in orange light. Her mind was on She’d announce her departure like she was picking up a new the day ahead. Today I get the files from Tanya and it should car, her frayed helmet of hair in a scarf. She’d return later all be over by 1:00, she figured. She hoped Merna would with a new tower of curls sprayed into place. By the stick to her schedule. following Thursday, the helmet was ragged and held a stale odor. Occasionally, she’d get the grey tinted for a more Like clockwork, Merna got her hair done Thursdays during cosmopolitan sheen. Salon appointments made Merna feel her lunch break. Vesta loved the respite from Merna’s worldly and when she returned her mood was improved. assignments and tasks. She’d go to the break room to read romance novels and take a bit more time than normal Today’s appointment was the standard variety. There was a getting back to her desk. hearing at 1:30. Merna was due back at 1:00 to prepare the docket and then record the proceedings in court a half hour Today was going to be different. She was jumpy just thinking later. Vesta watched her walk out and eyed the door for about it. Putting the files back during the day would be Tanya’s arrival. risky, especially if there were other people present. It might be hard to explain if she was caught. Tanya sat in her car waiting. She saw Merna come down the steps and immediately staged her “lost item in briefcase” The morning seemed endless. Vesta’s desk kept piling up routine. She glanced up feeling sure that Merna hadn’t seen with files. Making matters worse, Merna seemed far too her. After waiting for Merna to pull away, she opened the interested in what she was doing and checked on her every door, heaved herself out while grabbing her briefcase and a few minutes. She tried keeping busy but it was impossible large envelope and headed into the courthouse. Vesta to concentrate. She kept her eye on the clock and willed walked to the lobby to meet her. 177 178 “We’re all set, hon. Let’s go to the breakroom and talk.” “Fine, but hurry. I don’t wanna be here any longer than I Tanya’s tone was low and careful. She looked around at the have to.” lobby, but it was empty. Vesta led the way back to the small Vesta got up and went down the hall to her office. Tanya sat yellow room. They both sat at the little table and kept silent alone in the breakroom, shaking her head in disbelief, her for a moment. There were tiny beads of sweat on Tanya’s patience worn thin. upper lip. She looked down the hall and then at Vesta. While Vesta was getting an envelope, Merna’s head suddenly “OK, here’s the files. Just put them back where you got popped around the corner of her cubicle. them and that’s it. I don’t think it could be any easier.” “Vesta, I almost forgot. I need some files pulled for a Tanya had a patronizing smile. conference today.” “OK. But that envelope ain’t right. I mean, we don’t use She jumped at the sound of Merna’s voice. Her head jerked them kind. That one is white and ours are always that up and she stared hard at her boss. manila color.” “I put the record numbers on your desk, so make sure those “Look, Vesta. I’ll simply take this stuff out of the envelope get pulled before I get back.” The older woman looked and you can put it into one of yours. OK?” puzzled. “Are you OK, hon?” Tanya’s patience was wearing thin. Why did everything have Vesta was breathing heavily. to be spelled out for this girl? “Uh... yeah, I’m OK, I’m just, uh, I have a meeting and “Well, OK... but I want it to look right. I’m re-e-eal nervous I’m late.” about all this. Ain’t you?” “A meeting? Oh, with your lawyer? Yeah, I saw her out in Her mouth was pulled up on one side. the parking lot. Well, gotta go. See you at 1:00.” “Well, no, of course not, hon. It’s just a little paperwork. Damn, Vesta thought, she saw her? That ain’t good. Now, I’m gonna leave so I don’t take any more of your time. She raced back to the breakroom with the new envelope. You do what we talked about and I’ll check in later after you get home. OK?” “Merna saw you.” Vesta’s face was full of accusation. “She’ll “OK, but let me go get one of our envelopes first.” suspect something, I just know it.” Tanya rolled her eyes and sighed. “Oh, Vesta, calm down. Can’t you have a meeting with your 179 180 lawer? It’s not like this Randy business is over, right?” still silent. She felt a twinge of excitement. They had gotten “Well, I guess.” away with Tanya’s plan and nobody had suspected or seen She handed the other woman an envelope with a printed anything. She flipped her hair behind her shoulders and form on the front. walked out of the records room. “Here’s one of ours. This whole thing is making me a wreck. I don’t like it.” Above the door there was a small black hole in the wall, Tanya looked at the younger woman with disdain. right next to the air duct. It went unnoticed. If someone “Don’t freak out on me.” She took the documents and put were to inspect the hole closely, they would see a tiny them in the smaller envelope. reflective lens inside staring out at them. The lens belonged “It’s pretty much over now, anyway. Here.” to a high-resolution video camera. It was one of many which She shoved the manila envelope at Vesta. She folded the were strategically positioned throughout the building. They large white one in half, put it in her briefcase and stood up. each relayed images to a bank of digital recording equipment “I’m going to leave now. Don’t come with me to the lobby. miles away at the security company that had installed them I’ll call you later.” during the Fourth of July break. She walked out of the lunchroom and down the hall without looking left or right. There were only two people who knew about the cameras: Judge Denbo and Sheriff Rickenbaugh. The system was part Vesta left a few seconds later. She went into the records of a new program being adopted statewide and English was room, found the plat book she needed and put the pages one of the first courthouses to have it installed. Judge back into it. The only thing left to do was put the deeds Denbo was secretive about the system’s presence but he back. She walked over to the records office. It was empty, figured officers of the court should be made aware of it at everyone was at lunch. She went to the cabinet and pulled some point. He wanted to avoid the hassle of meeting with the drawer for Lincoln Township open and put the files each staff member, but he knew once Merna Stalbert had in place. the news, there would probably be little reason to do so.

She closed the drawer and looked around. The room was –––––– 181 182 Tanya’s face beamed the entire way back to French Lick. Chapter 22 She’d already wired thirty-thousand to a checking account in her mother’s name which she’d established off-shore a Sickening, she thought, just sickening. I don’t think I month earlier. She eagerly looked forward to getting the woulda been able to handle another five minutes of that additional seventy grand. It would be more money than stench. Merna Stalbert was glad to be free from the she’d made in two years combined and it had been confines of Pat’s Beauty Boutique. Her stylist, Janice, incredibly easy. She’d put Vesta at risk, but the job was wore a new cologne and Merna hated it. Her small, cat-like finished and came off without a hitch. face was pinched in disgust the entire time she sat in the stylist’s chair. She felt entitled to a treat for her work and stopped at Cutlers to celebrate. The thought of getting such an insane amount She put her sunglasses on and hurredly walked to her car of money had her giggling and she practically skipped into leaving a cocktail of scents in her wake: perm chemicals, the bakery. hair spray, Janice’s cologne and her own, along with a mild hint of coffee. Merna was sensitive to smells and the day’s olfactory combinations were particularly excruciating for her delicate nose. The slightest disagreeable odor put her in a foul mood and Janice’s perfume left her with a migraine.

She reached the courthouse a few minutes late, knowing she’d barely have time to get the afternoon docket ready and gather the files needed. She breezed throught the lobby and into her office. Vesta was still at lunch. Merna took note of her absence. Well, she’d better have those files ready for me, she thought. I don’t like holding up the works. She glanced at her inbox and once she saw it was empty she immediately strode down the hall to the breakroom. 183 184 Vesta was slouched at the dinette table reading a paperback Each sentence was punctuated by a low-pitched featuring a bare-chested man holding a half-dressed buxom “Yes ma’am” from Vesta and her faced burned from beauty, their hair wildy blowing in ficticious wind. Her embarrassment as the two women reached her cubicle. hand gripped the gold-foil cover and she was engrossed in Merna eyed the pile of folders on Vesta’s desk with disdain the story’s heady pulp. as the younger girl picked up the note on her desk and went out the door. She was out of earshot and into the records “Vesta! Where are those files I asked for?” room, the tirade fading behind her. Merna was standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips, her nails barely dry from the latest bright lacquering. Vesta tried hard to stay on Merna’s good side but this kind Vesta’s head snapped up from her reading and her of mistake would not be soon forgotten. Merna remembered face paled. a litany of past errors and used them as ammunition, “Oh, God, Merna, I totally spaced that. I’ll do it right now.” shooting down requests for time off or early leave like so “You certainly will. I have a hearing in twenty minutes and I many metal ducks in a gallery. don’t need to tell you how mad the judge gets when things aren’t on schedule.” © 2004, Keith J. Hampton Vesta hurried over to the file cabinets. She looked at the Vesta hurried past Merna and the older woman followed her note again. Suddenly, her face and neck felt hot and her down the hall, berating her as they went. stomach tightened. One of the files that Merna needed was “I honestly don’t know how you could have forgotten that. I the same one that she had just gotten from Tanya. She just told you about it before I left. You know, it doesn’t take checked the note again. Lurleen Briscoe Deed, #7432, much to do the job right around here. If it wasn’t for your Lincoln Township. She was sick with dread. Why this file? situation, I’d have let you go long ago. I can find twenty What was Tanya doing? girls in this county who would die for the job you have. This isn’t a diner where you can slide if you forget someone’s She pulled it and two others and hurried back to Merna’s fries. It’s a good thing we have a little time. I don’t need this desk with them. Merna looked up, stiff and irritated as she kind of thing happening today.” removed her glasses.

185 186 “I think you better make sure your inbox is empty before the her vision blurred as she rushed to the lobby. Vesta left her end of the day, young lady. I don’t want to see you get future plans behind and headed toward the unknown. behind like that again.” Vesta made a barely perceptable face but it was noticed. Merna sat upright, her back a ramrod. “You are on the front porch of being fired, Vesta, so don’t push it. Your attitude is a disgrace. If I had time we’d be going over your performance record. And don’t think for one minute I haven’t noticed how late you’ve been this month. Now, put those right there and get back to work.” With one hand, Merna indicated her inbox with her glasses, put them on the end of her nose with a stiff movement and focused on her docket once again.

Vesta stood in place for a moment and then walked out of Merna’s office. Her hair hid her face and hot tears began streaming down her cheeks as she made her way to her cubicle. Merna’s words stung but she was more afraid something might be noticed in the files.

This is it, she surmised. I’m gonna get caught. That Merna’s gonna see something wrong in them files and then they’ll want to know what’s goin’ on. I’ll be put in jail.

She picked up her purse and gathered up her coffee cup and a picture of Taylor. Her hair stuck to her wet face and 187 188 Chapter 23 the bucket and lowered it to the ground with a rope tied to the handle. His feet found the top of the ladder and he Although it was his favorite time of year to be south, it climbed down to the deck, glad to be on solid ground again. would be a while before Jason would allow himself to visit Working on the roof always left him slightly shaken. his cabin again. The time he spent at home felt more important. He avoided thinking about the unbelievable He had noticed the mail jeep pulling up the street while he events that happened, though many nights his dreams was on the roof and went inside to the front door to check jolted him awake. The weather had grown colder now. Most his mailbox. There were two business envelopes in the daily of the leaves had fallen and the grass wasn’t growing as fast. junkmail and he put them on top of the stack as he headed He would have more time to repair things around the house. to the kitchen.

He pledged to do as many chores as he could before winter: During a sandwich and juice he went through his mail. The painting window frames, cleaning gutters, repairing the roof. first white envelope was from Mackenzie Title Company. He He found a new sense of pride at being able to accomplish wondered what had taken so long. He’d mailed the check a the work on his own. The work was easier since there was month earlier. He opened the envelope and began reading. no one to argue with about them. His ex had favored the Jason Lambert cheapest way and liked getting things done as quickly as 3240 Durham Dr. possible. The quality of the outcome was a low priority. Indianapolis, IN 46220 Jason liked taking his time, using the best materials he Attn: Jason Lambert: could afford and doing the nicest job possible. It was one of many differences between them, and Jason began to realize Mr. Lambert: how many others there had been. Perhaps the breakup

was inevitable. Enclosed are the results from your recent title search for the mineral lease previously held by Jacobs Mining and Drilling, Terre Haute.

He was nearly finished cleaning the gutters as his stomach Please take note of the description in the title insurance notices and their original began to growl. He dropped the last handful of debris into title claims. The language is difficult to decipher, but in effect states that the 189 190 mineral lease is no longer in effect since there has not been any discovery of Jason N. Lambert mining assets in a 10-square-mile area during the last ten years. This means 3240 Durham Drive that Jacobs rights to any raw assets on your land have lapsed and are no longer Indianapolis, Indiana 46220 in effect. Dear Mr. Lambert, Please call me if you have any questions. Please find our enclosed check for one hundred and fifty dollars to continue our mineral lease on your Crawford County property. This check can be cashed or Tom Salford deposited in the bank of your choice. Title Search Division

Mackenzie Title Insurance Please do not hesitate to contact us should you acquire additional property on which you would like to sell the mineral rights. cc: Jacobs Mining and Drilling Regards, encl: Title #45006-440-A copy of original deed for mineral lease Sylvia R. Tancher Public Relations Jacobs Mining and Drilling, Inc.

By the time he reached the bottom of the page, Jason was Jason’s smile broadened into a grin and he began to laugh. smiling. The bastards can’t mine a damn thing now, he Those idiots. Do they think they can just send me a check mused. Their time has run out! and the whole thing is theirs again?, he wondered. What a bunch of crooks! He shook his head in disapproval. He He re-read the letter and then looked through the title and picked up the check and tore it into several pieces as he the copy of the mining rights deed. Lurleen had sold the laughed. “I guess that ends that,” he said aloud. rights to Jacobs Mining over fifteen years earlier. He wondered why she would ever do such a thing. He glanced He took a huge bite of sandwich and looked out his front at the next envelope’s return address. It was from Jacobs window. It’s amazing how long this took, but it’s finally Mining and Drilling. He tore it open and scanned the letter done, he thought. I wonder why they want the right to mess as a check fluttered to the table. He examined it. It was for up my place so bad? $150. He took a bite of his sandwich and read the letter.

191 192 Later that evening he spent some time going over the Chapter 24 cancelled mineral lease. Various paragraphs gave the mining company the right to create roads, remove trees, Although anyone who knew him would find it easy to build or remove structures, dig trenches, leave tailings and believe, Eustes could not believe his bad luck. He was re-route waterways. Jason was stunned. For one low behind on his bills again. Normally behind on everything he payment of a hundred and fifty dollars, they could basically was involved with, the bills were currently paramount in his rape, pillage and destroy everything in sight and leave me mind, as were collection agencies that kept calling his with a barren wasteland covered in tailings or piles of God- parent’s house. Car payments, insurance payments and an knows-what. He was amazed that people would be attorney he owed from his last DWI, all were unpaid. He desperate – or ignorant – enough to sell mineral leases to wanted to stop the calls which meant getting some money. anyone. Lurleen surely never read what the lease entailed. He scratched his neck and tried to formulate a plan as a greasy lock of hair slid down his forehead and hung in front He drank two glasses of wine with dinner and slept soundly of his eyes. that night. He found some peace knowing that his land was safe, at least from mining. The poachers and trespassers Eustes had a life that was one step away from being would have to be dealt with once he lived there. homeless. At fifty-seven, he still lived at home with his aging parents. Donald Briscoe and his wife, Evangeline, lived in a modest ranch-style brick home just a few paces from highway 47. Evvy hated the fact that they’d built so close to the road, but there was little or no choice. The land that Don bought was flat for just a few yards before it plunged down into a ravine out back. The septic system took the bet- ter part of the lot and forced the house to sit near the edge of the highway.

They tried to raise Eustes right, but manners and common 193 194 sense wouldn’t take hold. He was a gentle boy when he was Creditors started calling soon after their son Eustes lost his young, running around the yard shirtless, holding stray kit- job at Jasper Engines. He’d worked there as a night janitor tens and smiling for Evangeline while she took pictures with but was late often and accomplished little when he deigned a cheap Instamatic. The reality of life in a poor county was to make an appearance. The other employees tried to warn an influence that was strong and Eustes grew from a bored him but he brushed it off. Eventually his boss had had teenager into a sullen young man who had more time for his enough. When Eustes showed up late again one Friday car engines and drive-in movies than helping around the evening, the boss handed him his check and told him not to house. Evangeline would reminisce over curled come back. That was three weeks ago and instead of taking photos and wistfully think back to his childhood when care of his debts, his meager paycheck had been spent innocence came as naturally as insolence did now. on liquor. With no other income, he had few options, one of which was asking his father for help. If his father refused By their seventies, they were no longer motivated to say him, he’d try Lurleen. He knew that she received regular anything to him about his life. They figured they’d outlive checks every month from the government and also had a him the same as his brother Maynard. After his marriage retirement fund, but she would be a source he’d go to only if fell apart, Maynard made a friend of whiskey and his things fell through at home. companion tightened its comforting grasp while poisoning his liver and mind. Fired from his job for not showing up, he He promised himself to stay sober on the day he’d ask, moved back home. He slept most of the day and spent dark knowing his father would not consider giving him a cent if hours sitting in the small back yard, drinking Jack Daniels he’d been drinking. At 4:30 that afternoon, he decided to from a plastic cup and flicking cigarette butts into the drink one beer to steel his nerves. He immediately chewed ravine, their red trails breifly glowing as they spiraled down up half a pack of Wint-o-green Life Savers to cover the and disappeared into wet leaves. Maynard quietly drank smell. His father was in front of the TV, reclined, watching himself to death on the back porch while inside his parents Wheel of Fortune when Eustes finally worked up the nerve went about the empty business of retirement, their hollow to come around. faces bathing in the blue aura of nightly sitcoms.

195 196 His mother was in the kitchen working on pies, rolling out The old man let out a sigh of disgust. He picked up the dough and cutting it with a moistened butter knife. She remote, turned off the television and laid it back on the side kept an ear on the living room in case there was a big win table. He shifted his body in the recliner. His blue eyes were as she hummed to herself. Eustes shuffled into the living frost when they landed on his son. “What is so all-fired room, smacking his mouth on a mint. important?” “I need help, Dad. I need to borrow some money.” “Daddy, how’s it going?” Donald had raised a crooked finger at the nervous middle- Donald Briscoe gave Eustes half of his attention, like a child aged man in front of him. “You mean you need to borrow or an annoying pet. “Fine, son, move to the left a bit.” some more money.” “Oh, sorry.” He moved and noticed what was on. “Hey, His eyebrows were knotted on his forehead and his eyes ‘Wheel of Fortune.’ ” He watched for a minute. “That Vanna were tired. He looked at his son and wondered how he sure is pretty.” © 2004, Keith J. Hampton could be even distantly related. “Uh yea.” His father was intent on the puzzle before him; “Yeah, ok. I know I still owe you from last time. But as his knobby knuckles worked each other as his mind tried soon as I get another job I can pay you and Mom back, I filling in the blanks on the screen. promise. See, I heard about...” “Hey, listen, Dad, I was wondering if you could help me out.” His father cut him off. “Boy, your promises hold about as Eustes was shifting his weight from one foot to the other, much water as a sieve. When I was your age I already had belly lapped over dirty uniform pants, hands jammed in his me a house and a farm. Two cars paid for with cash. back pockets. Whatta you got? Nothin’. A worthless race car and not “Boy, can this wait? I’m tryin’ to figure this out.” much else. Hell, you can’t even pay for gas for it and it Donald’s patience was wearing thin. “Wheel of Fortune” was hardly runs.” the only thing left on TV that he could relate to; the rest of “Now look, Dad, that car is a collector’s item. With a little what his wife watched he considered trash. work, I could sell it for more ’an I bought it for.” “Well, Daddy... No, it can’t. I just need to ask you Eustes’s voice whined as he diminished. something.” “A little work? I’d like to see you do a little work. I have yet

197 198 to see that.” Chapter 25 Donald was looking past Eustes to the wall beyond. The muscles in his jaw working, his hands searched for a place It still early morning in Indianapolis when Jason sat up to rest on his lap. It took a lot to get his anger raised and straight in his bed. Lurleen, he thought. She would receive his grown son was getting close to the mark. a check as well. His inquiry had alerted the mining company that their lease had run out. He needed to warn her about Eustes realized he was getting nowhere fast with his father the consequences if she cashed or deposited their check. and saw no point in pushing the issue. A silence grew between the two men and Eustes half turned to go. He got out of bed and began his morning routine of coffee, “That drinkin’ is what’s got you poor, boy. You need to take sit-ups and push-ups and then he ate breakfast. Thoughts a good look at yourself and figure a way outta that.” about Lurleen’s check nagged at him. He kept glancing at Donald picked up the remote and turned on the TV which the clock waiting for ten to roll around; it would be rude to quickly gained his full attention once more. call any earlier. After a quick bowl of cereal, he called her.

Eustes whipped the long front lock of his hair back and Lurleen was walking in her yard. She heard the phone and went past his mother. Her eyes sought him out but he kept ignored it. Lately, she only answered the phone if she was his gaze straight ahead as he pushed open the side door and near it. Telemarketing people weren’t worth extra effort. left. She looked down at the dough she’d cut and sighed, her hopes worn down. Baking and gardening filled the void Jason let it ring a few times and hung up, wondering where of time that otherwise might have been taken by she was. He decided to try again later. He busied himself accomplished sons or grandchildren. She began rolling the raking the rest of the leaves in his front yard. During a short dough and started humming. She let her mind drift to break, he stood up straight to stretch his back and looked at cinnamon and apple as scented dreams filled her kitchen. his progress. Then he glanced over at his neighbor’s yard.

Jim’s place was spotless. It looked like each leaf had been picked up by hand and the entire yard had then been 199 200 vacuumed. The lawn was a uniform carpet of dark green same time. She wondered what had happened since his grass and each garden had been freshly mulched for weekend of misery. the winter. “OK, hon, I’m back.” Jason shook his head. That guy is a robot, he thought as “Well, I wanted to tell you about this check some folks out of he looked at his own lawn. It was a mixture of at least five Terre Haute sent me.” types of grass and even more varieties of weeds, but Jason “You going to tell me you sold your land?” didn’t care. As long as it was green and at least three inch- “No, I didn’t. This is a check for the mining rights. I tore it es tall, he was happy. His gardens still had the brown up already. It’s only for a hundred and fifty and they’ll skeletons of the annuals he’d bought in the spring and dried probably send you one again.” stems of lillies and monarda shuddered in the wind. He “Send me one? Again? What do you mean?” would leave them until spring. He liked the rural touch it Jason sighed. It would take a while to explain. gave his house. “Well, Lurleen, didn’t you sell the mining rights a long time ago?” A few hours later, he tried Lurleen’s number again. He leaned back in a chair in the dining room and waited Lurleen took a drag from her cigarette and thought. through five rings. When she answered he sat up straight. “Hmm, seems like I did something along them lines. It was “Hi Lurleen, this is Jason. How are you?” when I was in between jobs and I was needin’ some money. “Oh, Jason, hon, I’m fine. What a nice surprise, how’s it Hell, a long time ago.” She blew out her smoke and going up there?” shrugged. “I don’t know why they’d want to send me “Everythng is good, but I need to talk to you about another one.” something. You got a minute?” “Well, they would because their mineral lease has run out. “Sure, just let me take my coat off and I’ll be right back.” And they want to make sure you cash it so they can do whatever they want.” Lurleen threw her coat on the sofa and grabbed her “Well, as far as I know, their aint nothin’ here to mine cigarettes. She picked up the phone and lit a cigarette at the anyway.” 201 202 Jason held the phone tightly and tried to make his point. everything else, anyway?” “Lurleen, it’s very important you don’t deposit that check.” “Oh, ’bout the same, I guess. And nothing is happening on “Well, hon, if you don’t want me to, I won’t. But what is the your place either, if you know what I mean.” big deal anyway, I did it last time.” Jason’s stomach tightened. He hoped she wouldn’t bring “The big deal is what they can do once you sell them the the subject up. rights again. They can cut trees down, move roads, build “Yes, I know what you mean. And thanks for watching. Well, buildings, tear up the land, re-route creeks. The list goes I guess I better go. You take care.” on and on. I don’t think you’d be very pleased. Did you “You too, hon. Stop by here when you come down.” read the mineral lease the first time you sold them rights?” “OK, I will.” “Well, no, to tell you the truth, I didn’t. I had no idea they could do all them things. Hell, this place wouldn’t be fit for Jason hung up. He looked out the front windows at his a sick horse to live on after all that.” newly raked yard and smiled. It’s all taken care of, nothing “You’d better believe it. Do you understand why I called now?” to worry about now, he thought. “Yes, young man, I do. And I appreciate you calling me. You know, if what you’re saying is true, then they lied to me the first time around. Nobody said anything about tearing up the place. There’s no way I’d sell now. If I see a check from ‘em, I’ll tear it up. You want me to save the pieces and show you?” Jason chuckled. “No, Lurleen, that’s not necessary. But just make sure you tear it up, OK? I’ll be down in a few weeks and we can have a good laugh about this then, OK?” “OK, hon. Well, you’d better get off of here, this is gonna cost you.” “Well, no big deal, I just wanted to warn you. How’s 204 203 Chapter 26 Eustes smiled big and shook his head. “Nah, sis, I ain’t here for no work. I was in the neighbor- The road was nearly washed out before the low-boy bridge hood and thought I’d jes’ come over here and visit ya, is all.” that crossed Otter Creek. The Monte Carlo’s muffler A lengthy shock of greasy hair fell over his forehead and he sparked on the concrete as Eustes scraped his way across. whipped it back with a quick jerk. He tried to keep his spirits up, though he knew Lurleen “Who ya got here, looks like they must be rich or somethin’ wouldn’t be happy to see him. Chuckholes made frenzied with a car like that.” music from loose bolts and wires that held the car together. He shifted his weight back and forth and peered around He’d grown accustomed to the noise and hardly noticed but her back. turned up the radio to dull it. Lynyrd Skynrd’s Freebird played and he riffed an air guitar with one hand while Lurleen almost hated her brother’s arrival but was relieved keeping the other on the steering wheel to avoid the now that someone else was there. An attorney from washboards and ruts. Evansville had come by unnannounced and she was nervous because of his presence and what he was proposing. She Lurleen’s trailer came into view as he rounded the last turn looked past Eustes at nothing and sighed. and he noticed an unfamiliar car in her drive. Other than “Well, come in. I don’t suppose it’ll do ya any good to stand gravel dust on the trunk and hood, it was obvious it was on the porch all day.” new. Eustes got out and looked closely at it. The black Eustes stepped in and exaggerated shoe-cleaning Lexus was a painful contrast to what he drove. He was movements on the entry rug. “Don’t wanna mess up your subconsciously aware of the difference in lifestyles it pretty house, now do we?” represented. By the time he reached Lurleen’s front door, He chuckled and raised his eyes to the suited man sitting on he had adopted a desultory, cynical air. the couch. “Hey,” he called, “I’m Lurleen’s little brother, Eustes Briscoe. Lurleen opened the main door but left the screen shut. You can call me Euly. Everyone does.” “If you’re wantin’ to mow the lawn, you’re a couple months The man rose and put his hand out. “Mason Wilcotte. I’m late. I got a kid doin’ it for me now.” here to talk to your sister about her land.” 205 206 Eustes wiped his hands off on his pants and shook his hand “Well, there are other options. We thought if you might and looked over at Lurleen, questioning. consider our offer to buy the mineral lease, you could still live here and be five hundred dollars richer. That’s an The men could not have been more different. Wilcotte was additional three-fifty over our original offer. Considering in a grey suit and a tie that glowed bright blue. His wingtips your present income, that kind of money would be shone against the cuffs of his pants. His shirt cut crisp lines something you could really use, am I right?” around his neck and wrists. Eustes wiped his brow with the back of one hand and looked at his own dirty pants. He Eustes wandered back into the living room and stood to one quickly pulled his stained t-shirt over his belly and around side with a dull expression, his glass dripping on the floor. his waist. He felt out of place. “Hell, Lurly, that’s a lot of money. If you can stay here and keep the money, what’s wrong with that?” “Well, don’t let me interrupt, Lurly. I’ll just go get me His smile was sly as he sent a wink towards the lawyer, somethin’ to drink, if ya don’t mind.” unknowingly pushing Lurleen’s mood. “There’s a pitcher of water in the fridge. I don’t have any “Keep your goddamn mouth shut, Eustes. It ain’t none a beer.” your business.” She smiled tightly at the lawyer and sat down again. Mason Lurleen’s cheeks flushed crimson and her eyes pierced her tried to be warm and friendly. brother. She turned back to Mason. “As I was saying, Miss Briscoe, we havn’t heard back from “First off, I ain’t no stupid country girl who don’t know you on this matter and we thought it would be best to come nothin’. I know what you lawyers’ll do. I got a friend that and explain our newest offer in person.” explained the whole thing to me. You’ll come in here with Lurleen looked right into the attorney’s eyes. “Well, I machines and cut down all the trees and then move a bunch understand what it is ya want. I didn’t call back onna a dirt around and make it so miserable a goat wouldn’t counta I’m not interested. I don’t wanna live anywhere else. wanna live here. Then you’ll just sit and wait for me to sell This is my home. Has been since ’62. I don’t plan on it to you. Only your offer won’t be as good then, ’cause leaving it until I’m carted away dead. And at that point you’ll think I’m desperate to leave.” I don’t care what happens to it.” “Now, Miss Briscoe, that’s not at all what we intend to do. 207 208 If you’ll just take a minute and...” “Dang, Lurleen, ya shoulda taken the money. I don’t “I don’t have a minute and neither do you.” understand you sometimes. Hell, they ain’t gonna do Lurleen cut him off and rose to her feet. nothin’ up here. There ain’t nothin’ to mine.” “I think you’d need to leave right now. I shoulda never opened my door to ya in the first place.” Lurleen stayed silent. It would be a while before she cooled down. Eustes came over and sat where the attorney had Mason looked at the floor in resignation. He had failed to sell been. Lurleen looked at him with narrow appraisal. the woman on their offer and the news would not go over “Why’re you here, anyway? You don’t usually visit unless well with Simmons. He closed his briefcase on the coffee you want somethin’ or I’m giving away somethin’.” table and stood up to leave. Eustes looked down and didn’t reply. She reached for his “I’m sorry to have upset you, Miss Briscoe. Please give our empty glass, got up and carried it into the kitchen. Her offer some thought. Here’s my card just in case you’d like to mind was tired and full of words. I wish he’d leave, I need to contact me.” think about things, she worried as she put his glass on the He smiled and reached out his hand with his card. Lurleen counter. looked away and made no moves toward it. Mason looked over at Eustes. His smile waning, he laid the card on the She leaned against the sink and looked out the back coffee table and went to the door. window, despondent. Eustes came into the kitchen. “Have a good afternoon, both of you. Nice meeting you, “Lurly, I hate to ask you, but I need some help.” Mr. Briscoe.” He paused and waited for some kind of sign, but got none “Yeah, same to ya,” Eustes offered and shuffled after him. He and then became jittery. watched him go down the porch steps, get into his Lexus “Uh, ya see, I gotta have just a little cash to get me by until I and pull away. can get another job. You think you can spare any at all? It wouldn’t need to be much, maybe fifty or sixty is all.” Lurleen sat back down on the couch, her erect back to the door and a grim frown tight on her face. Eustes returned to Lurleen’s face was bitter as turned around. Her voice was the living room and eyed Lurleen with casual curiosity. loud, sarcastic. 209 210 “I mighta know’d that’s why you was here. I ain’t in the best “Now, Lurly, don’t talk that-a-way. Maynard died ’cause-a of moods or haven’t you noticed? That damn attorney and that woman, you know that. Besides, I really am trying to whoever he’s working for are trying to sucker me and all you get my shit together and get a job. You’ll see, when I get my can do is hold your hand out for money so’s you can get first paycheck, I’ll take you and Mom and Dad out for drunk.” dinner. How’s that sound?” Eustes’s voice whined. “Sounds like a dream. Probably is.” “Look, Lurleen, I don’t hardly ever ask you for nuthin’. But “Well, I’ll prove ya wrong. Look, I gotta get going. Thanks.” this is serious. I ain’t drinking like I use to and all I’m He came over and tried to kiss her but she shrank away askin’ for is something to just get by on till I get another job. stiffly and pushed his head towards the door. Please? I asked Dad but he won’t do it.” “Get outta here!” “I don’t blame him. All you ever do is want.” She smiled in spite of her anger but it faded quickly. “That’s the last of it, Eustes. Don’t come back for more.” She stood and looked at her brother. She let out a sigh and her anger broke and receded. Her thoughts led her into the She watched him leave, stuffing the money in his back bedroom, leaving Eustes standing in the kitchen with a pocket before going out the screen door. He turned around pleading look. She found her purse, dug into her billfold and winked at her, whipped his greasy bangs back and ran and pulled out two tens. to his car. She took a drag off her Lark and listened as he jangled down the pitted road, a cloud of dust hanging behind. Her anger subsiding, she went to him and shoved the money at him with a stiff jab, her eyes cast to the side. Lurleen wondered about the lawyer. A familiar pain crossed “Here. You’ll be drunk within the hour. I don’t care her back. It happened when she knew something bad was anymore. Maybe you’ll die like Maynard. Prolly be the best coming. I’ll figure it out tommorow. I’ll have more energy, thing for ya.” she thought. She eyed the burning end of her cigarette, She went over to the dinette table, sat down and lit its plume of smoke rose through the dim light and hung a cigarette. Eustes held the money in one sweaty hand. grey-streaked below the ceiling tiles.

211 212 Chapter 27 Tell me about Ms. Briscoe and the rest of this mess.” Crafton inserted a bookmark and closed the leather-bound If wood finishes were used to describe personality, Crafton edition. He propped it on his lap and his hands curled Simmons would be dark burnished cherry. His deliberate around it like the carved claws on the desk’s feet. He movements echoed the gentle, curved patterns of his viewed Mason with a steady gaze. Victorian desktop; his meticulous manner reflected the precise carvings of the era. His posture mimicked the Mason sat in one of the chairs opposite the imposing stiff, upright rectitude of his bookshelves. He was standing work area. next to them as Mason Wilcotte was shown in by his “She’s refused our offer like I told you she would. It seems assistant. she has a friend who has alerted her to the outcomes of © 2004, Keith J. Hampton relinquishing mineral rights.” Mason secretly enjoyed Mason called earlier in the morning asking for an dumping the negative information on the older man. It was appointment. He had bad news he needed to relate to the a weak weapon, one of the few that remained for him. elder attorney and didn’t want to do it over the phone. The “No doubt her young friend on the hill. It’s a minor detail, first was the least troublesome: Lurleen Briscoe had refused we’ve already put our second plan into motion and it will their offer. The second, however, had repercussions that effectively move her out of our way.” could taint the law firm’s name and that of Steven Jacobs. “Yes, I’m sure it will. Everything else should be in place. Our contact in French Lick has taken care of things nicely.” Mason’s drive from his office to Evansville was filled with Crafton looked at his lap as he spoke. anxiety. An odd sensation of needles pricking his forehead “What about our friend in Taswell? It’s pretty obvious that began as he walked into Crafton’s office. “Good morning, he has not done his job as effeciently.” Simmons,” he said, reaching his hand out. Crafton held an “Unfortunately, you are correct. I haven’t heard from him open book, barely looking at the younger man as he went and his, uh, job is busy stirring up trouble.” over to his desk. Mason’s hand was still hanging in the air “Could you have perhaps picked a more suitable person for and he let it drop as he looked down and furrowed his brow. the task?” “Whether or not the morning is good remains to be seen. Mason’s temper stirred as his voice rose. 213 214 “Listen, if you can find a more suitable person, I’ll be glad to “Oh yeah? Why’s that?” get in contact with him. You go out there and try and find “I believe you underestimate our client. In the last 15 years, someone to do a job like that. The locals aren’t exactly there has not been one senatorial election in Indiana won lining up to be hit men.” without his blessing. Congressional seats have been given “Keep your voice down!” and taken away. You’re familiar enough with this state’s Crafton’s demeanor broke as he nearly shouted. He looked election process to know we have a one-party system. Sure, at the door and then back at Mason. A trace of malice lined Indianapolis and Gary have the occasional Democrat, but his voice and he lowered his volume again. “I shouldn’t the rest of the state is permanently Republican. Republican need to remind you of the sensitivity of this project. If you means business, Mr. Wilcotte. Business means money.” do anything to expose us in this matter I – ” He adjusted his tie and put the book on the desk in front of “You what? Are you threatening me?” He stood up. “Listen, him as he spoke. old man, I don’t like your tone. In fact, I havn’t liked it from “And money runs everything.” the beginning.” He leaned in on the desk, his hands spread out on the top Mason stood sideways to Crafton with his hands on his hips. and his face grew red. He was staring at the floor and looked up. “That’s a nice lit- “You elder Harvard law grads are all the same. You like to tle history lesson, old man. What’s your point?” sit back and let some minion do your dirty work and keep Crafton sat back and smiled. your shirt clean for dinner.” “You need everything explained to you in detail? Fine. With He took his hands off the desk and stood up. that kind of money and power, it’s not difficult to move “You might pay me well for what I’m doing, but it doesn’t obstructions out of the way, much like our friends on the mean I gotta take your holier-than-thou shit. I can just as hill. Leave this office now and you become, well, an easily walk out of here and forget the whole damn thing.” obstruction. And I guarantee you, there will be no evidence He put his back toward Simmons. linking us to such a removal.” Simmons studied the back of Mason’s suit. Mason folded his arms. “Just like that, huh? Sounds as if “That would be a grave mistake on your part.” you had this step planned in advance.” Mason faced him again. “It was a contingency, yes. You see, when dealing with these 215 216 types of matters one must always have every possibility His brief escape ended when his assistant announced Mr. taken into consideration. Mr. Wilcotte, you knew it was a Jacobs was on the line. He put the book down and thanked one-way door when you took on this assignment. The client her while reaching for the receiver. is our mainstay and must always be protected.” “Hello, Steven. How are you this morning.” “Along with your nice little firm. I’m beginning to get the He listened for a second and then replied. picture, Crafton. Now that my part’s been played, I’m “I hope I’m not interrupting anything... Yes, thank you for supposed to just hang around backstage like a good little asking, Sir. I’m doing well. We do have one slight actor.” Beads of sweat formed on his upper lip and the hot inconvenience we need to take care of. I hate to bring it up needles began again. to you at this point, but Mr. Wilcotte has decided to quit the “That’s entirely up to you, Mason. You’ve made some good game. I’m wondering how you would like me to proceed on money so far. You stand to make a great deal more, as long the matter?” as you cooperate. Otherwise, I don’t see your future as His hand found the tassle hanging from the bookmark and being very bright.” stroked the fibers with a forefinger and thumb while he “Interesting. You seem to hold my future in your hands. I listened patiently. He cleared his throat and replied. don’t especially like that. I think I’ll take it back.” “Yes, I understand. I tried to reason with him, but I see now He walked over to the office door and paused a moment and that distancing ourselves from him would be wise. We won’t then left. make a final payment then, since there will be no need... Yes. Thanks for taking my call, Sir. Sorry to have disturbed Crafton sat at his desk and picked up the phone. you.” “Mrs. Lestmeier, see if you can reach Mr. Jacobs for me. Yes, thank you.” He hung up the phone and sat up in his chair. He He hung up the phone and took a deep breath. After a few pressed the intercom and had his assistant bring him seconds, he opened up the book in his lap and began to read Mason Wilcotte’s file. It would be the file’s last review. again, his thoughts barely troubled by the meeting which had just taken place.

217 218 Many believe true land ownership isn’t possible. Stewardship later describing the boundaries with numbers, positions and is the only role they feel we can have. Taking responsible care degrees. This description upholds the parcel’s legal bound- of any parcel we temporarily watch over is the notion to which aries against future questioning. this group subscribes, closely mirroring Native American beliefs. The deed is not fully legal until a drawing of the parcel is

However, the idea of “ownerless stewardship” runs contrary created, showing the boundaries in relation to adjacent to the the U.S. system of legal documentation and property parcels. Once drawn and legalized, these “plats” are added transfer, whose history stretches back to England and France to a binder, one of several which show drawings of the entire where William the Conqueror and Napoleon’s influence on law county they occupy. Plat books are in every deed office of the is still present. U.S. and are public property, available for supervised scrutiny or copy by any U.S. citizen. Otherwise, they are kept secure.

The primary document is a deed containing several items making it recognized as a legal document of ownership. Once recorded, the deed goes through elected officials, The names and signatures of the grantor (the seller) and further ensuring its standing: the deeds office where the the grantee (the buyer) must be present. The signatures are County Auditor checks its wording and location, and plat book witnessed by a notary public whose embossed seal signifies administrators who pencil new lines and names into plat their legal authority. records. Once a deed is verified, the lines become permanent.

The deed must also have a description of the property, its Land records are now recorded onto digital media in case exact position on the grid system of sections set in place by discrepancies are found among physical files. These systems the first surveyors. Each section is comprised of lots and protect deeds from future question. Digital deeds prove true acreage, their boundaries created according to past and land ownership, regardless of any idealistic notions otherwise. current owners. If someone wishes to sell property, a licensed surveyor “shoots” the boundaries with laser-guided tools,

219 220 Chapter 28 Since the new carriers started delivering, she waited until the car pulled away before she went for the mail. She put her Lurleen spent the late morning outside. The lawyer’s visit cloth and spray bottle down and walked through the over- made her territorial and defensive. A gradual pride stirred grown grass to retrieve her mail. A Victoria’s Secret catalog the cleaning instinct within her and she decided to start with made her smile. “Lord, where’d they get my name?” she said the windows. Though it was almost noon, the air was chilled aloud. On top of it was an envelope from the County and the windows stayed damp longer than she liked. By one Courthouse. It looked official, important. o’clock she had worked her way around to the front of the trailer just as the mail came. She didn’t bother to look up. Lurleen walked toward her trailer and wondered about the envelope’s contents. Then she suddenly hurried inside. She Mail’s arrival was no longer the highlight of her day. Her threw the catalog on the counter and took her sweater off to favorite old carrier, Paul Chalmers, died a few years before. open the envelope. Her hands shook as she tore through the Now there was a new carrier almost every month. The flap. She flattened the single sheet of paper and read. younger ones don’t like to talk, all business, she ruminated. SUMMONS: Notice of Suit

Paul would come in for coffee or a sandwich and talk about State of Indiana his hunting trips to Canada or who had a new car in the ss: County of Crawford area. She missed his visits. A widower in his sixties, he still Crawford Circuit Court, English, IN possessed the roguish air of a movie star. His sharp face was Jacobs Mining and Drilling, Terre Haute softened by a meticulously trimmed white mustache. Lurleen Initiating Party believed he was sweet on her, but figured he was too vs. clean-cut for any romance to progress. Still, the thought of Lurleen Briscoe Current Property Owner/In Question a man like Paul stopping in made her heart speed up weekdays around noon. Order :

Upon motion by Crafton Simmons, Attorney for Jacobs Mining and

221 222 Drilling herein, the court being advised to schedule a hearing to find gathered were now wafting about in the air. Her movements any justiciable controversy regarding the rightful ownership of became frantic and her anger mounted. properties described below: “Goddamn lawyers!” NW quarter of the SW quarter of Section 28 in Crawford County, She took a pile of coupons and threw them in the general comprising of 67 acres more or less. direction of the trash. This hearing is scheduled for the 15th Day of November, 2001. “Damn money-suckers!” Magazines and catalogs, empty envelopes, newspaper Hon. Mordecai R. Denbo Judge clippings – all were cleared off of counters and thrown Crawford Circuit Court towards the now overflowing trash. The air was full of dust. Lurleen’s hair had fallen loose and flew around her head; She sat down at the dinette with an exasperated sigh. It she became a disheveled sorceress, a scullery maid. Used didn’t make any sense. Why were they suing her? I bought plastic bags, twist ties, beer tabs in a basket saved for this land and paid for it, years ago. First that lawyer comes charity – all were being thrown out. Her red countertops by and tries to wheedle it out of me and now this, she became more visable with each deletion. thought.

Her face was hot and puffy. She was breathing heavily from Feeling perplexed, she needed a cigarette and began to the unexpected exertion. She’d almost cleared the entire search for the pack she’d opened earlier that morning. She counter but couldn’t find a single cigarette. She turned looked around on the table but missed seeing them behind a around in frustration and was about to attack another area sugar bowl. She fidgeted with the lighter in her pocket when she spotted them, waiting near the sugar bowl. With a nervously, but it was useless until she found them. With a gasp, she grabbed them up in her hand and held them high. slight struggle she got off the chair and began searching the “Gotcha, you little bastards!” © 2004, Keith J. Hampton kitchen for the missing cigarettes.

“Dammit, why can’t I find anything around here?” She laughed at herself and sat exhausted at the dinnette, She took a stack of old mail and magazines and hurled them her laughter building. The laughter subsided as she began into the nearby wastebasket. Layers of dust which had softly keening to herself while tears wet her eyes. 223 224 “What’s gonna happen to my place?” she sobbed. “How am I Later she was in the shower, cleaning off a week’s worth of ever gonna fight them?” dirt. She didn’t mind using the extra water this time. After She lit a cigarette and stared out blankly. Dust bits floated all, she was going to town on business. She toweled off and down around her, lighting up briefly in shafts of sunlight dried her hair, putting it into a chignon. She then began to before darkening again as they drifted groundward. rummage around in a dresser drawer.

——— She soon found what she’d been searching for: lipstick and a compact. Lurleen hadn’t worn make-up in years but An hour passed. She dried her face and combed her hair thought it might help today. She sat in front of a mirror and back into a bun. She scolded herself for being so childish began applying powder on her neck, face and around her as she went to her bedroom closet to find something to wear eyes. The lipstick was hard and cracked but she was able to to town. She considered a small collection of dresses, none get some color on her lips. She pinched the end of the of which had been worn in a decade. She found a light green lipstick a few times and dabbed the red on her cheeks, skirt with a matching jacket she thought would look fine blending the spots out with the tips of her fingers. Her eyes and after rummaging she found a white blouse. Shoes looked back at her, eyelashes dusty from the powder. might be a problem, she thought, but remembered that her “Damn, gotta do somethin’ ’bout that.” mother had given her a pair years ago she’d never worn. She’d accepted them at the time, thinking they’d never see She went to the drawer again and reached toward the back. the light of day, and put them in the back. She retrieved An old mascara came out in her hand and she applied it in them now and sat the box on the bed. careful, short strokes. Within a few moments, she was “Lord, I hope these are brown.” admiring her face. “Well, you ain’t got as much as you used She took off the lid and slowly peeled back the tissue. A to, my friend, but you still got somethin’.” narrow set of brown, low-slung heels with a matte finish lay inside. She smiled. They were perfect. She left the mirror, went over to the bed and pulled on her blouse and skirt and was soon dressed. She cautiously stepped into the right shoe. It fit like it was made for her. 225 226 The left was a little tight but she figured that was better She shook her head and pitched the bottle in a small metal than loose. She walked around the room a bit to practice. It wastebasket where it hit the rim and broke. Soon the had been years since she’d been in heels. She didn’t want to bathroom was full of the smell. She bent down and pulled make a fool of herself in town. the wastebasket up but it caught the edge of the sink and spilled it’s contents over her skirt. Shards of glass soaked in Lurleen still didn’t feel finished and realized why. She went perfume fell out across her shoes and the remaining liquid into the small bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet. spread it’s stench across her ankles. On the top shelf was an old cologne bottle. She brought it “Well, I’ll be damned!” down and looked at it. Tabu. She smiled, thinking back to the last time she’d worn it: a date she had with a man who Lurleen threw the trash can back and stormed out of the installed her air conditioner. That was in ’74. She tried to bathroom toward the kitchen. As she rounded a corner, she recall his name but it was gone as well as the details of that twisted her ankle in the unfamiliar shoes. night. She remembered something about his car, a shiny “Goddammit!” she yelped. blue Ford Fairlane, but couldn’t visualize his face. She winced in pain and limped to the sink to clean her legs off, escaped strands of hair flouncing behind her. She took the top off of the bottle and smelled the sprayer. It was sickly sweet. Perfume always is, right out of the bottle, By the time she’d rinsed off the perfume and restyled her she thought. She shrugged her shoulders and held the hair she’d had a good laugh at herself over the perfume. bottle back from her neck and closed her eyes as she Once she saw her own transformation in the mirror she felt pushed down on the sprayer. A weak stream of amber liquid calm and relaxed. I actually look nice, she thought. A sprayed onto her blouse and quickly spread into the fabric. younger nose would have been assualted, but her olfactory Whatever forbidden passion the perfume held was long since senses had faded. For her, the perfume’s odor seemed to replaced by something sour and less than tantalizing. She have evaporated. She grabbed her keys and purse and opened her eyes and looked into the mirror. “Good Lord!” headed for English in her old car. she gasped. “It looks like a goddamn cat peed on me. Smells even worse.” 227 228 Chapter 29 “Don’t worry about it, hon,” the girl called out to her. “Nobody can get that thing to shut right. I’ll be right with ya.” It was 3:15. Lurleen sat in the car in front of her deceased She continued her phone conversation. attorney’s office. The once-attractive house languished on a “No, sweetie, I don’t, but it don’t surprise me. Yeah...? Oh- weak foundation, one end sinking into the ground. The roof kay, right. Well, he’s the kinda guy that’d do it and from was partially covered by moss, the broken sidewalk heaved what I know, he don’t care who he gets pregnant. Yeah... at precarious angles. A faded, black sign was nailed onto Oh-kay, well, I gotta go, there’s someone here.” the siding with sloppy hand lettering. “Brad Warnecke, Lurleen stood patiently in front of the desk and looked Attorney at Law.” The exterior blue paint, applied decades around the office. before, was now curled and falling. Paint chips littered the “Yeah, we’ll go out tommorow... Ronnies? Oh-kay, take care, ground and stirred whenever the wind blew. hon... uh huh... bye-bye.”

Lurleen looked out at the house, her face grim. Her last She put the reciever back and smiled up at Lurleen. legal transaction had occurred here and she felt a sense of “Hi there, you got a appointment?” duty to return. Jed Burgher was dead now and she had no “No, I don’t. Is there someone here I can talk to today?” idea who was inside. She left her car and cautiously picked “Well, that depends. Whaddya need?” her way to the door. She hesitated at the stoop but opened Lurleen stiffened. She hated dealing with teenagers. the sagging door and went in. “I need to see a lawyer. Is there one in?” “Oh-kay, yeah, there’s one here. The only one that would The front room was converted into a would-be reception be, I imagine.” She giggled. “Mr. Warnecke’s on the phone area. Along the far wall was a desk covered in papers and right now. You wanna have a seat? I’ll tell him you’re here.” file folders. Behind it sat a girl of about eighteen, dressed in a stained grey sweatshirt and sweat pants. She smoked a The girl got up from behind the desk and walked to the back cigarette and played with her hair while she talked on the of the house. The floorboards bounced as she did so, the phone. Lurleen closed the door but couldn’t get it to latch. entire structure seemed to be on springs. Lurleen steadied herself and looked around for a safe place to sit. There was 229 230 an old overstuffed chair and a worn out couch. She chose He woke with a start and squinted at her. the chair and sat on the edge with her hands on her lap. “Whad’ja have to do that for?” he asked with a whine. She glanced around the room. There were cobwebs in the She folded her arms and studied him coldly. corners and on the ceiling. The windows were dirty and the “Ya got a possible client out front. Some old woman. Looks magazines on the table were from five years previous. The like she’s got a little money but she smells like a French girl came back and handed Lurleen a clipboard and a pen. whore. You wanna see her next week or are you up for a “You’ll need to fill this out and then Brad, oops, I mean Mr. little meeting?” Warnecke can talk to you in a minute. Oh-kay?” “Shit, Candy, I dunno. Cain’t you just wake me up with a nice, gentle tap?” Lurleen looked at the clipboard and didn’t answer. The Candy leaned her head to one side and smiled. “I could, form’s print was small and she had trouble reading it. She’d sugar, but it ain’t nearly as fun.” forgotten her glasses and made do by holding the form at “Gimme a minute and I’ll come out there.” He glanced at her arm’s length to read then completing it on her lap. She clothes. “Jesus, Candy, I wish you’d dress a little better. hedged at the income section. Well, he can either help me or This is just the type of thing I was talking about. You wear not, she thought, and put in her monthly social security but them old sweats and sure enough, someone comes in.” left out her pension. She figured he didn’t need every detail about her finances. Candy rolled her eyes and went back out to the front. She returned to her seat and began typing on a manual A little while later, she took the form up to the girl behind typewriter. The clacking of the keys bounced off the walls the desk and went back to her seat. The girl picked up the and filled the room. clipboard and took it into the back of the house. Lurleen sat, growing more nervous. After a few minutes, a At the end of the hall was an office where Brad Warnecke tall, overweight man came into the room, causing the was asleep in a lounger. He was dreaming of a lake he furniture to rock and the floor to dip where he stood. visited as a child and reeling in a lively bass when the girl His longish hair was disheveled and flattened to one side of dropped the clipboard near his head where it clattered. his head. He wore a flannel shirt over a t-shirt and both 231 232 were wrinkled. He looked at her with puffy eyes. His smile took up most of the room, and folders, law books and faxes didn’t cover his impatience. littered the top of it. The year-at-a-glance calendar was “Ms. Briscoe?” he asked. He held out his hand and Lurleen turned to June 6th, 1986. A dust-covered Amiga computer stood up to take it. sat on one end of the desk, its darkened screen covered in “Yes, I’m Lurleen. You’d be...?” she said. smears. An old stereo was on one of the bookshelves and He grabbed her hand loosely and let it drop. 8-track tapes were strewn on top of it. The room held the “I’m Brad Warnecke. You needin’ a lawyer for something, odor of fried food, and coffee cups and plates were stacked sweetie?” about. A teetering pile of them sat on an old typewriter table beside a small television jammed into a broken bookcase. Lurleen took an immediate dislike to the man in front of her. It was an immense departure from the dignified grace of Mr. There was barely enough room for Lurleen to sit down and Burgher, who wore a suit and clean shirt and always took she did so after only inspecting the one place cleared of her hand in both of his. debris, a chrome and black vinyl chair with cuts in the seat. “Yes, I’m afraid I do. My old attorney was Jed Burgher. I Her own cleaning habits lacking, even Lurleen was appalled wasn’t sure who was here now.” She eyed his clothes. at the transformation from Jed Burgher’s pristine desk and “Yeah, well, I took over his practice back in eighty-one. You leather furniture to the rat’s nest she surveyed. What kind wanna come back to my office and we’ll see what the of lawyer is this? she wondered. problem is, OK?” “Sure, I guess.” “Now, what can I do for you, hon?” Brad slouched in his seat and rocked back into a near- She followed him to the back of the house. The floor reclining position. Lurleen paused a moment to gather her bounced with his steps and her gait was unsteady. The thoughts. bookcases along the hall rattled and the house swayed. “Well, I’m not real sure what’s going on myself. I got this notice, see?” Brad Warnecke’s office ceased being organized within a few She dug out the envelope and handed Brad the sheet of weeks of Burgher’s retirment in 1981. A black desk’s bulk paper. He leaned in and picked up a pair of bifocals and 233 234 began to read. hunnert and then I’ll invoice you for the rest as things “Hmmph, yeah.. well... hmm,” he ruminated. “Well, basically, happen.” it looks like this mining company is suing you saying you “OK, I guess I’ll need to write you a check.” don’t really own your land – they do. But I’d need to know “Yeah, but I ain’t startin’ on this thing till your check clears. more about your original purchase to find out for sure. You understand? I mean, this county’s seen its share of Where ’bouts you live?” better times n’all.” “Out by Mifflin, just south-east of Taswell. It’s about 67 Lurleen’s eyes narrowed. acres. But I own it.” Her face was stern and she pointed to “Don’t worry, the money’s there. When should I come back her chest with a firm index finger. “I bought and paid for it in with the deed?” and it’s mine.” “Once the check clears, I’ll have Candy out front call you and “Well, I don’t doubt that, Miss Briscoe, but since the judge we can set up an appointment. OK?” allowed this thing to go forward, we gotta show up and tell “Yeah, OK.” Lurleen frowned as she got out her checkbook our side of the story. Now, you have your original deed and and began writing. the purchase agreement?” “I should make this out to Brad Warnecke, right?” Lurleen nodded. He scratched his neck with a pen. “Yeah, that’s Brad Warnecke, Attorney at Law.” He said the “Uh, let’s see, I’ll also need a mortgage affidavit and probably title of his business with pride. some other paper work. Tell ya what, just bring in Lurleen finished writing the check and stood up. She looked everything you can that has to do with your buyin’ the place around his office and wondered if she ought to ask a bit and we’ll go through it.” more information before handing over her money. Lurleen looked down at her purse and then looked at him. “How long you been doin’ this?” “I guess I can find all those things. But what is this going to “Oh, about 12 years or so, I guess. I handle pretty much cost? I can’t afford a big lawyer bill; I just don’t make that anything law-wise that comes around, ’cept criminal defense. kinda money.” I leave that to the other guys. I don’t gotta deal with crooks “Well, ma’am, this whole thing will probably blow over once that-a-way. I was even on TV once.” He sped up his pace. the judge sees your deed and all. I don’t think it could be “You ever see “60 Minutes”? Some judge put me in jail ’cause more’n a couple hunnert dollars. I’ll need a deposit of a I wouldn’t give him some information. But attorney-client 235 236 privilege still holds, even in this county. He ended up Lurleen paused and looked at him. In earlier times, Jed havin’ to let me out after I threatened to take it to the Burgher would have walked her to her car. supreme court. He didn’t want the bad publicity ’cause “Alright.” she said, her voice in regret. election time was comin’ close. You ever hear ’bout that?” She walked back to the front, her hand on one wall for Lurleen wanted to leave the room and edged toward suppport. Candy was on the phone again; her cigarette laid the door. in an ashtray burning as if it were incense. “Uh, no, but I don’t listen to much news. Just keep to “Excuse me...” Lurleen tried to interrupt. myself mostly.” Candy watched her with mild annoyance and ended the Brad got out of his chair and approached her. phone conversation. “Well, it was a big deal. I might run for judge myself one of “Hey, I gotta go. Work, ya know. Oh-kay, bye.” these days. Most of them are a little scared of me anyways, She gave Lurleen a waxy smile. since I ended up winning that case.” His chest began to puff “You need another appointment with Mr. Warnecke?” out. “Yep, I probably oughta do that, run for judge. I’d “Yes, two weeks from today. Can you tell me the date?” make a good one.” “Sure, hon, that’s Friday, the 8th of November. Oh-kay?” Lurleen took another look around the office and had her “Yes. Thank you.” Lurleen began to leave. doubts. She handed him the check. “Here, I guess I’ll hear from you soon, right?” No one showed her to the door or helped her cross the The attorney took the check out of her hand and looked at it uneven sidewalk to her car. The entire day had not gone as while he talked. It had been a while since he’d seen one. He she’d planned. All that time wasted making myself look like began to talk down to her like a child. somebody I’m not, she thought. I won’t do it again for him. “That’s right, ma’am, just a couple of days and we’ll She got into her car and scrutinized the house again. It straighten this whole thing out. Let Candy know you’ll be appeared to be ready to slide down the hill. Lurleen shook needin’ another appointment on your way out.” her head and started her car. His eyes never left the check.

237 238 Chapter 30 The leaves had fully turned color and the late morning sun bathed the woods in red and yellow. Squirrels ran up and Sheriff Rickenbaugh knew there were two ways to approach down tree trunks and chattered at him as he walked. He the land that had once been the Yount farm. The “long way” tried to remember the last time he had been in the woods meant driving out the south end of English and turning right during fall and it brought back memories of boyhood hikes. at the Grantsburg exit. After a few miles, a lane turned in by Charolais Farm and followed a once-graveled logging road He soon realized that there was a lot of ground to cover. through the woods until coming out on the east side of Normally he would have brought in help to locate Randy’s Yount’s old borders. The “short way” meant driving under a truck. But if his friend was up to no good, he could protect railroad trestle by Taswell and turning into the valley on him better on his own. Yount road. It was a direct approach and less hardship on a vehicle. There were three side roads that split off of the main route. They were older roads from days of frequent logging. The Though the long way required four-wheel drive, it offered sheriff spent the next hour checking the first two with no scenic views and cool shade in the summer. The lane results; both were deadends. The first headed to the south- frequently washed out and though it was listed as a county east before ending at a creek. The second headed due south road, it was low on the county’s priorities. Many parts and petered out in a meadow behind a farm. remained unrepaired and it was difficult terrain, moreso in rainy weather. It was standard practice for hunters to bring The third headed to the north and was the most difficult of chainsaws; fallen trees commonly blocked the way. the three. It climbed a steep hill and was washed out in several places. Sheriff Rickenbaugh had his doubts about The weather was dry and Sheriff Rickenbaugh went the long Randy’s willingness to use it, but he began up the hill. As way. If the old turkey hunter wasn’t lying, he’d soon find he rounded a bend a few minutes later, the back of Randy’s Randy’s truck. The road was in good shape for about a mile truck came into view. but he soon encountered a washed out area filled with exposed rocks and gullies which forced him to walk. He approached the truck with caution but found it was 239 240 empty. A light coating of dust covered it and a cobweb went He glanced inside the cab again then started back. As he from the wipers to the antenna. He checked the driver’s side passed the truckbed his eye caught something near the door with one hand wrapped in his jacket. It was open. He tailgate. It was Randy’s knife sheath. The surface was hard. looked around the cab of the truck for any signs that might It had been wet more than once. He knew it was Randy’s help him discover Randy’s whereabouts and was careful to favorite knife, one he never let it out of his sight. The not touch anything. If it was a crime scene, he didn’t want sheath was usually on his belt. to compromise it. The sheriff put it back where he found it and leaned against A half-full bottle of Wild Turkey sat on the floorboard. the truckbed with his arms. Nothing else seemed abnormal. He shut the door and stood “What have you been up to, buddy?” he said aloud. there surveying the area. Sunlight slanted in, dappling the In the distance a bluejay screeched in reply. The sound the truck hood with soft patterns. It was the perfect fall day echoed through the trees and was answered by another bird but the sheriff’s mind focused on his missing friend. farther away.

He climbed up both sides of the road and looked around for He hiked back to his car and called the dispatcher. Eighteen any sign of Randy. There was none. A few beer cans littered minutes later, two detectives pulled up and the three of them the road, but their breweries had closed down long ago. The headed back toward the abandoned truck. The sheriff rusted, bent shapes looked foreign in the litter of orange and resigned himself to the fact that Randy was missing or dead brown leaves. or both. They’d be lucky to find him at all now. Randy would never leave his truck out in the woods and the discovery of The sheriff had to make a decision. If Randy were really the knife sheath filled the sheriff with dread. missing, he’d have to file a report. It meant he would no longer have control over the outcome once they found him, if ——- he was alive. If he was dead for some reason, it wouldn’t matter. He went back to the truck for another look. Clydie was at her desk, holding a small mirror in one hand and sqeezing an eyelash curler with the other, its curved 241 242 blades close to her right eye. Her jaws worked methodically “And, dammit, Clydie, do that kinda shit at home. This on a piece of Dentyne and a small transistor radio played ain’t a fucking beauty shop!” soft rock nearby. She’d been warned about her music in a “Gawd, alright already! You don’t have to bite my head off!” firm “police station protocol” lecture from Ricky. She “Just get me the State Police and the form, alright?” he said left the radio on her desk, but kept the volume at a level with soft intensity. The door slammed. only she could hear. She caught up on her filing earlier and “Yes, Sir!” Clydie was angry now as well. She resented his spent the last hour using a curling iron on her hair before tone and tried to avoid him when he was like this. giving it a liberal coating of Final-Net. Her legs were crossed “That man needs some good sex,” she whispered to herself. and she bounced a foot in time with the music as she released her eyelashes from the contraption and looked into The sheriff took off his hat and sat down at his desk in the mirror from eye to eye. She held the tool up to her resignation. He reached into a drawer and pulled out two right eye, coaxed her eyelashes into it and squeezed the packages of beef jerky. He opened one with his teeth and handles again. pulled the plastic down around it. The acrid smell of spice and teriyaki hit his nose as he bit down hard on the meat Just then Ricky walked in. and tore off a hunk. The flavor swept over his tongue and “Oh, shit,” she muttered under her breath. Clydie quickly made his mouth water. He chewed it and thought about stood up, wiping her cheek with one hand. “Hey, Ricky, did Randy. You blew it this time, man, he figured. I can’t help ya find Mr. Spillman?” she asked, mildly sarcastic. you now; you’re on your own wherever you are.

The look on his face told her he wasn’t in a good mood. He He began the process of entering Randy’s information into glanced at Clydie with disdain as he walked by. the National Crime Information Center’s index on his “Get me a missing person’s form. And get me the Jasper desktop computer. If Randy showed up anywhere else, State Police office.” he’d at least be notified. It was the last effort he could make to find his friend. It was past noon and he was hungry. The smell of hairspray didn’t help. He turned in front of his office door. 243 244 Jason’s Dream Chapter 31

Spring sun is up, the day grows warmer. Black ribbon of two- lane cuts through country, narrow, hilly roller-coaster paths. A Lurleen walked into her kitchen, lit a cigarette and picked fish flops spasmodically on a crest, frying on blacktop, mouth up the phone. She dialed Jason's number and waited. After agape, gills flaring. On a metal roof, a boy watches in silence. several rings, Jason answered as if he were in a fog.

His blond hair blows about. He sees horses pulling a plow "Mm, Yeah. Hello?" down the road. Their gear jangling, the horses arc into fields "Aren't you up yet, Mister?" © 2004, Keith J. Hampton stretching to the horizon. Afraid, he crawls beneath power "Uhnn. Who is this?" lines, ominous hum, streams of current, snaps of static or voltage or unknown danger. "Jason, it's me, Lurleen." He wandered into the living room as surprise shook him A phone rings and feet shuffle down unpainted stairs. Four rings, then silence. Elderly hands on black bakelite, wire awake. "Oh, Hi!" He rubbed his eyes and sat down on the scratching across rusted metal. Muffled and throaty couch. "I thought it might be you. I didn't think you’d call male croak in accusation, slattern trill in response. this soon."

Two-tone ’57 Chevy rockets in, jumping ramps of hills. Wheels "Well, hon, somethin' has kinda happened. I thought I'd leave pavement every crest, body thumping down after, a blur better tell you about it." of tourquoise and cream. Sudden screeching sideways, both "Are you OK?" lanes blocked by a field sprayer and traffic forced to wait. "Yeah, I'm fine but I've been better.” She paused and took a The boy falls and lands on newly-plowed earth, his hands drag. “Oh, honey, them damn Terre Haute boys just won't thrust in to prop himself up. Mud on his overalls, his church quit. I got this notice in the mail, see?" shoes. Four bulls graze near a stand of oaks, noses now close, hot snorts divining friend or foe. Scuttling, the boy runs. "What kind of notice? From Jacobs?" "Well, from their lawyers. They seem to think I don't own my An old woman walks in sweltering dark crinoline, face unseen in a charcoal bonnet’s lengthy forward extension. Her blue- land and I gotta fight them about it in court now." veined claw grips a pitchfork, tines carefully placed in front Lurleen sat down, exhausted. before each step. Holes are left in warm tar, tines rise briefly "When did you get this notice?" and return, her piercing progression becomes small with distance, a dark visage rippling in asphalt’s hot breath, "Day ’fore yesterday. I done met with a lawyer down here." disappearing in spring’s haze. "Oh wow. Lurleen, I'm sorry. I hate to see you go through 245 246 something like this." "Well, Jason, I got one down here. He seems to know what to His mind was fast-forwarding. He sat up straight. do and according to him, there's nothing to worry about." "Lurleen, if you don't own that land, I mean, if they say you "I wouldn't bet on it. Lurleen. If this corporation is taking don't, then they'll be saying I don't as well." the time to question our ownership, there must be "Well, I don't see why. I think they want mine, is all." something really big at stake. They wouldn’t be spending "Hell, I think they want it all. I bought mine from you, and money on lawyers otherwise. What is your lawyer’s name?" if yours is in question, mine will be too. Don't you see?" "Brad Warnecke. He's in the office of my old lawyer, Jed "Oh, Lord.” Another drag, smoke exhale. “I didn't think of that." Burgher. Jed passed away, so I guess I'm stuck with this "What exactly does the notice say?" other guy." "Hold on, hon, I'll get it." "Well, Lurleen, you don't have to use him if you don't feel good about it. Did you give him any money yet?" Lurleen found the summons and read it to Jason. Though She snorted. "Hnh. Yeah. I gave him a hundred dollars for she seemed reluctant, he had her read it again, and he took starters. Was that a bad idea?" notes. Lurleen was relieved to share the burden and they "I don't know. I guess I'll have to meet him to find that out. made plans to meet at her house the following weekend. I'll be down there on Friday. I'm going to take the day off and we'll go in together." When Jason checked his mail the next day, his stomach tightened. The envelope on top of the stack had the return They met in English at Lazy Marty's, a diner near the address of Crawford County Circuit Court. He sat down to highway. When Jason arrived, Lurleen was already there, open the letter and read the summons. His fears were her car idling and her window cracked to let out cigarette confirmed. His ownership was in question as well; he was smoke. She had the same outfit on she'd worn earlier in the named in the lawsuit. A hearing was scheduled for the week and it still reeked of stale perfume. When Jason got in 15th. He was soon on the phone with Lurleen. the car, he immediately wished he’d driven. "Lurleen, I hate to impose but do you think you can put that "We've got to get a good lawyer. Right away." out until after we're done?"

247 248 Jason looked apologetic. "Lurleen?" he started as he got out. "What kind of lawyer is "Well, I suppose so. Ya know, if you’d just pick up the habit this again?" it wouldn't be a problem." She turned toward him on the tilting sidewalk, her face tight "I guess that's true, but then I wouldn't be able to run from and defensive. trouble when I need to." "Now look, you said you'd wait till ya met him. Don't get all She stubbed out her Lark and narrowed her eyes at him in picky on me. You try finding a lawyer down here. It ain’t easy." mock anger. She turned around and walked up to the door. Jason "That's why I like you. Ya always got a snappy comeback." smirked and continued up the walk shaking his head. He laughed and looked down. As the smoke’s acrid smell died down, he waved his hand in front of his nose. Once inside, Jason's nose was assailed by mildew and “What is that smell ?” cigarettes. Their odor permeated everything, a stale whif of “What smell?” Lurleen looked at him blankly. the mixture came out of the couch as he sat down. He knew "Smells like a prostitu...uh, never mind.” He changed the Lurleen meant well, but to him things looked bad already. subject. “Is this guy any good, Lurleen?" Candy greeted them and said that Brad would be out in "Well, he knows the judge and our court, I guess. That's one "just a sec." good thing. He's friendly with the clerks, too, from what I hear. Things are different down here, Jason, so don't let his After sitting long enough for Lurleen to get halfway through style fool ya. He don't act like a big city lawyer, but Jed another cigarette, Brad stepped into the waiting room. His woulda never let him have the practice if he weren't good." hair was no neater than the first time Lurleen had met with "OK. I'll pass judgement after I've met him." him. He was wearing a sweatshirt showing a deer in rifle crosshairs. Jason’s face registered disapproval but he stood A few minutes later they pulled up in front of Brad and shook hands with Brad. The man’s handshake was Warnecke's office. Jason stared at the peeling paint on the sweaty and limp and did nothing to bolster confidence. He house. discretely wiped his hand on his pants as they followed “What the hell...” He turned to face Lurleen but she ignored Brad to his office. him and got out of the car. 249 250 Jason was stunned by what he saw. In light of a lawyer’s my purchase went through my bank, which it did, they supposed status, the disarray was appalling. He gave would have spotted the discrepency immediately. I wouldn't Lurleen a hard look. She shrugged her shoulders, her hands have been able to get a mortgage on property that was in slightly at an angle before resting again on her lap. She question." He looked at Lurleen and back at Brad. looked away, concentrating on the lawyer instead. "Well, now, I don't know about that. You see, son, down here things like records are a bit different than up there in Brad was oblivious. A new audience member enlarged his the big city." He chuckled. "Hell, for that matter, self-importance and he busied himself with papers as he everything’s different." talked, his condescension wholly apparent to Jason. Lurleen looked at Jason, concerned. She knew he was “Well, you two seem to be in a bit of trouble." His smile was getting angry and wanted things to go smoothly. Brad went on. bland. “This might end up bein’ a problem case, but I think "Apparently, Lurleen's deed looked OK to your bank. But it I can help guide you two through it succesfully.” He looked looks as if the deed that came before it has some problems. You up at Lurleen. “I hope you brought me all those documents, see, there's two deeds covering the same property for the same Ms. Briscoe ’cause I think we're gonna need ever bit of proof time period. One of them has the Yount name on it, and the other we can get our hands on." has someone by the name of Barker. I had to order copies from Jason spoke up. "Why is that Mr. Warnecke? I mean, we've the other side in order to figure this out. At some point, one of got our deeds and we can prove ownership right up the line the elder Yount sisters got married to a guy named Barker nearly 60 years." He stared straight into Brad’s eyes. and he purchased the whole farm while Yount was still alive. Brad grinned patronizingly and glanced at him and then at After that, it went to their son. That's who this firm, Jacobs Lurleen, his gaze not resting on either for long. Mining, bought it from. This Barker guy, the son, claims it "Please, call me Brad. Well sir, you see, this other law firm was his and you guys have been squatting on it illegally for seems to think a bit differently. They’re sayin’ the deeds you years.” He leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind got originally weren't legal. See, Ms. Briscoe, Lurleen if I his head. “I gotta tell ya, they got a pretty good case here." may, she's got a deed that’s got a cloud on it. That's just a fancy term that means – " Lurleen was visibly upset. She sat on the edge of her chair "I know what it means," Jason interrupted sharply. "But if and lit another cigarette. 251 252 "That ain’t right." She blew out smoke. "I know for a fact the a check and tried to buy the mining rights again. Now they land I bought came directly to me from the Younts. His just wanna pay me and make me go away." daughter, Jesse, got it in the will after old man Yount died. I "Well, that's not going to happen, Lurleen." Jason looked bought it directly from Jesse. How much clearer can that be?" hard at Brad. "Is it, Mr. Warnecke?" Brad sat up in his chair and leaned toward her. "Now, just stay calm and listen to me, both of you.” "Well, I don't doubt your word, Lurleen. But according to Brad puffed out his chest and used his litigation voice. what the other side is saying, that land wasn't hers to begin “You ain’t gonna get a much better deal’n this here. You with. She mighta paid taxes on it, but that don't make might end up spending twice as much money just fightin’ much difference. It belonged to Barker before Yount was them in court. You’d be better off just takin’ what they’re even dead. He purchased it in what they call a “living estate” offerin’ and let it go.” and let the Younts live on it until they died. Once that He tried a convincing smile. happened, it transferred to him. Then he sold it to this “Personally, I think it's a good deal." Jacobs guy up in Terre Haute. That's who's bringing this Lurleen looked up. "How much money are we talking suit against you." about?" Jason sat up in his chair and looked at Lurleen. His smile widened. "You mean to tell me we don't own the land we think we do?" "Ten thousand dollars a piece, which is about eighty-five "Jason, I don't know. I just don't know anymore. I sure as hunnert once I take my share out of it." hell paid for it. That much I do know." Jason’s tone was sarcastic. Brad cleared his throat. "Hnh. Eighty-five hundred." He looked over at Lurleen. "Now, just keep calm for a minute. I've been talking to the "You and I both know that land is worth at least a hundred lawyers over at Jacobs Mining. They say they’re willin’ to and twenty thousand. Hell, Lurleen, you could make eighty- offer you both a nice settlement if you are willing to just five hundred just selling a couple acres of what you've got move off of that land and buy something else and keep it all now. I say we fight it. Period." out of the courts. How’s that sound?" "Sounds like something they'd try to do." Lurleen muttered It seemed hopeless to Lurleen. She didn't have the money to and looked at the ground. “A couple weeks ago they sent me fight a court battle. Her money would run out and she'd end 253 254 up with nothing. No land, no money, no home. Her eyes them. It banged off of the frame and opened back up. filled with tears as her hands tightened around her pack of Candy sat at her desk staring open mouthed. cigarettes. Jason stood up. His face began to redden. Jason got in the car and stared straight ahead. His anger "Mr. Warnecke, Brad, whatever. I'm not going to sit here had subsided but he was on a slow boil. He felt ripped off. and let something I've worked on for over ten years just be That it had happened while dealing with supposedly honest taken away from me. If you arent willing to help us fight this, rural people made him angrier. He tried to sort out why his I’ll go right back to Indianapolis and find a lawyer who will." bank would have given him a mortgage on a piece of land that He looked down at Lurleen. had questionable ownership. It didn't add up. He gripped the "C'mon, let's get out of this dump and talk about it." papers in his lap, his hands clinching them.

Brad stood up. "Lurleen, something about this just isn't right." "Now look here, son. I might not have a fancy office, but it "Hell, I know that. There ain’t a damn thing right about it." don't take an idiot to figure out you ain’t gonna win nothin’. Her eyes were red rimmed and her hand shook as she Their offer’s only good ’til next Wednesday and then you steered out of town. don't got a choice. You'd be a fool not to take it!" "No, I mean the bank I got my mortgage through. It's a huge Jason grabbed the files on the desk with one hand and the bank, Lurleen. No offense, but it’s not some little country old woman's arm with the other and helped her stand up. bank like down here. They don't mess around with bad "C'mon Lurleen, let's go." deeds. They would have spotted something wrong right He faced Brad again. away. I know it." "I'm not a fool, Mr. Warnecke." His volume increased. "The "Well, maybe something happened they didn't know about. question remains whether or not you're an idiot. I get a Maybe that Barker guy really did own it." lawyer that wants to win instead of sit on his ass and take "Why hasn't he come around before? He's had plenty of some easy money." opportunity to assert his ownership in the past. Why right now?" Jason looked over at Lurleen and waited but she They walked back outside, Jason slamming the door behind didn't grasp what he was saying.

255 256 "Think about it,” he continued. “First I inform Jacobs mining down. And then Bam! we both get a lawsuit notice. They that their mineral lease ran out and tear up their check. couldn't get what they wanted the easy way, so now they're Then you turn down their offer as well. All the sudden this going to get it however they can." Barker guy shows up and we’re being sued? You'd think they’d have known about him before that. I’m sorry, but They rode in silence. Lurleen stopped the car at the diner something dirty is going on." and looked over at Jason. He was going through Lurleens "Well, everyone else around us sold. We didn't. Maybe they paperwork. cooked this all up ’cause they knew we wouldn't. I told that "I don't have money for this kind of thing, Jason." lawyer I wasn't interested when he tried to give me a check "Yeah, neither do I. And I don't think it's going to fall out of again last month." the sky, either." Jason couldn't believe what he was hearing. "If we don't really own the land like they say, it might be "What are you talking about? Who tried to give you a check?" better to take the money." "Oh, some flashy young lawyer named Wilcotte stopped by He put the papers down and looked up at her. and wanted to give me a check, just like you said. For the "I'm not going to do that, Lurleen and neither are you. mining lease?" I don't care what it takes, we are not going to let them Jason was incredulous. "Why didn't you tell me this before?" strong-arm us out of what we know is ours." "Jason, I don't gotta tell you every little thing that happens He turned to face her. to me. You got better things to think about. Besides, I turned "Look. If we have a winning case, maybe some lawyer will him down anyway and I wasn't that polite about it either." take it on as a contingency type of thing." Jason strained to keep calm. "What's that mean?" "My God, Lurleen, you have to tell me about this kind of "Contingency? See, here’s how it works. Our lawyers bet stuff ! That guy was probably a lawyer for Jacobs. How long we’re going to win the suit and make their money when we ago did this happen?" countersue, which we’d have to do to get our money back "Well I don't know. About three weeks ago or so, I guess. It from being in court. We probably have enough grounds to was still October. Yeah, the last part of October." sue for mental duress right now. Jacobs has been "You see, Lurleen? You turned them down, I turned them harrassing both of us. They've gone to some pretty good 257 258 lengths to do so. For all I know, that guy that tried to kill factories to end up with nothin’." me was somebody they sent." Tears welled up in her eyes again and she dragged on her "You can't bring that up, Jason. The Randy Spillman thing cigarette hard as she looked out at the diner's front door. opens up a whole different can of worms." Jason put his hand over hers and gripped it softly. "I know that, Lurleen, but we have to do something. We "Lurleen, try not to worry. I know it's going to be difficult, can't just sit here and let this happen to us. I'm going to but we'll make it. I'll call you as soon as I know something. I call around on Monday and see what kind of lawyer I can promise." find. It's our only chance. Hell, that Warnecke buffoon is Lurleen faced front and nodded her head. She closed the practically on their side at this point." window in silence and pulled out of the parking lot. Jason Lurleen looked out her window and squinted at the diner. watched her car drive down the hill toward Taswell. "Jed Burgher would have never been willing to settle. I just didn't know where else to go.” She looked down at her hands. “I can't believe I gave that guy a hundred dollars." Jason's mind was working fast. "OK, here's what we need to do. You sit tight and don't go back to Warnecke no matter what. If he calls you, you tell him to refuse their offer. Meanwhile I'll get a lawyer from Indianapolis. Maybe I can find one that knows real estate law, maybe somebody that knows this area. Anyway, as soon as I find someone, I'll call you. Today's the eighth, so that doesn't give us much time."

Jason got out of the car and went around to the driver's side. Lurleen rolled down her window and put her hand on the door as she looked at him. "I'm pretty worried, hon. I worked too hard in them 259 260 Chapter 32 “Vesta, honey, you don’t gotta leave town,” she admonished. “You’re perfectly safe in that shelter. Besides, you ain’t seen Ruby felt concern more than anything. Sure, there was or heard from Randy since that last time and that was a anger buried down there somewhere, old emotions that month or more ago.” coughed themselves up now and again like remnants of “It ain’t that. I gotta figure things out. I can’t do it there and pneumonia long passed. The idea of a child out of wedlock I can’t have Taylor around me for a while. I can’t think with was never something Ruby was comfortable with and while him around.” she loved Vesta’s son, she still held some ill will toward the Ruby put the baby on the floor with his toys. She situation that led to his existence. She brought her daugh- straightened back up, her face red from leaning over. Her ter up differently than that. Now an unfair payoff for all her eyes became narrow as she leaned her head back on the stict rearing was coming home to roost: her daughter living couch but she tried to keep her temper. in a shelter and her grandson foisted onto his grandmother “Vesta, runnin’ away from everything ain’t gonna make like an unwanted doll. But at that moment, concern was anything different for you. It’s all gonna be the same when stronger than anger. you get back. Look, if you need some time, go out with your friends and have a night out or somethin’. I’ll watch Taylor. Vesta sat in a chair opposite her, staring out the window of Besides, you ain’t got the money to take a vacation. Hell, I’d the front room of Ruby’s house. Ruby held Taylor and talked like a vacation. You think I don’t want to go somewhere nice baby talk to him while she kept a watchful eye on her daughter. and just lay around all day?” “How’s gramma’s big boy? Huh? How’s gramma’s big boy today?” Vesta’s aimed her gaze back at the window. I’m not coming Taylor cooed and smiled, loving the attention. back, Mama, she thought. I can’t. And Taylor will be better off without me. She looked at her mother again. After a few minutes, Vesta turned to her mother and spoke. “Mama, I know you’ve helped me a lot with him. I ain’t “Mama, I gotta go.” sayin’ any different. But something needs to change in my Ruby looked up and smiled. life. I can’t keep workin’ at the courthouse and I can’t keep “Well, hon, ya just got here. You need somethin’ from the store?” livin’ in the shelter. I gotta get a different job somehow. One “No, Mama, I mean I gotta leave. Leave town.” that pays more and gives me a future.” 261 262 “Hell, Vesta, you know you can live here. If that Randy “Just where are you goin’? And just how are you going to comes around, I’ll take care of him with your daddy’s 4-10. pay for this little vacation?” Let’s see him try something with an assfull of birdshot. The Vesta came over towards her mother and handed her a wad three of us could get by just fine. I never did mind you livin’ of cash. “This here is part of what I been savin’. It’s for you here before. In fact, it’s kinda nice having someone else and Taylor. Should be enough for both of you for a month here. Makes it seem like family again.” or so. The rest I’m takin’ with me. I got money, Mama. I The old woman looked at her grandson. She missed her been saving. The shelter’s free and I ain’t been buying husband and she missed having a house filled with life. Randy’s groceries for two months.” “Well, I’m going.” Vesta’s voice filled with meaning. “I’m Ruby looked up at her daughter, incredulous. Tears were gonna to have to go. And I need you to help me this one last time.” welling up in her eyes and her breath came in short gasps. “What are you talking about, girl?” “Well. You got this all figured out. Just dump the kid on “Mama, just listen to me and don’t say nothin’ for a minute.” gramma and leave.” Vesta stood and felt the resolve in herself grow. “Don’t do this Mama. I already feel bad enough. Please. “I gotta leave town and think. Now, I’m going to do this Just let me go for a while and when I come back things’ll be thing. You can leave Taylor at the shelter with Mrs. Simpson different for us. I promise. I won’t be gone for very long.” during the day if you want. She loves him and don’t mind “Well, where are you goin’?” taking care of him at all. Then you just pick him up at night “I don’t know for sure. I’m gonna just drive west a few miles and he can stay here. Or keep him with you all the time, if and maybe find a nice cottage to stay in for a couple a days. you wanna do that instead. I don’t care. But I am going. Somewhere by a lake or somethin’.” And you ain’t gonna talk me out of it.” She walked back over by the window and stared out again. “It don’t matter, I just need to think.” She turned and faced Ruby saw a change in her daughter and it scared her. She’d her mother again. “And I can’t do it here.” never seen Vesta demand anything. She held her tongue for a minute and held her arms against her chest. Still, she felt A few hours later, Vesta was on the highway with a full tank it was her duty to question the girl. of gas and without her son. She had already packed two “OK. You gotta go.” Ruby’s voice became sharp, sarcastic. suitcases and they were in the back seat of her car. She 263 264 turned the knob on the radio, trying to find a talk station. about taking files from the courthouse. They talked about She headed west and figured she’d be driving until the sun doing something to ’em and putting ’em back.” came up. Ruby was agitated. ------“Well, I don’t see what business that is of yours.” “I understand you feelin’ that way, Mrs. Cahill, but I think Ruby had put Taylor to bed and was doing the dinner dishes Vesta’s in some kind of trouble. She packed everything up when the phone rang. She picked it up, drying her hands and left here earlier. I mean, she packed everything, baby while she answered. clothes, toys, everything – and just left.” “Hello?” “Hello, Mrs. Cahill? Is this Vesta’s mother?” Ruby put the towel down. Her thoughts were disjointed. “Yes’m, this is Ruby. Who’s this?” The intrusion made her angry. “Mrs. Cahill, I’m Callie Wilson. I live out here at the shelter, “So what? Maybe she’s moving back in with me. What’s the I’m Sandra’s mom.” big deal?” “Oh, OK. Is everything all right? Is Vesta there?” Ruby covered for her daughter but her concern grew. She “Well, no, Vesta ain’t here. But I thought we better talk.” had to get off the phone soon. She hesitated. “Mrs. Simpson gave me your number and “Well, I think it’s got something to do with that Primor said I should call. My daughter, Sandra, told me something woman.” The woman’s voice took on a secretive tone. “Now, about Vesta that I thought you might wanna know.” from what my Sandra heard, that woman has her doing stuff “What? Is Vesta OK? Did somethin’ happen?” that ain’t legal. You ain’t supposed to take files from the “No, nothing like that, Mrs. Cahill. It’s just that, well, courthouse, anyone knows that. It’s practically blackmail, Sandra overheard your daughter talking to her lawyer. You Mrs. Cahill. That lawyer-woman is using Vesta and she’s got know, that Primor woman.” a bad reputation all over this county. Don’t you know about her?” “Oh yes, I know her. She’s helpin’ Vesta and all.” “No, I don’t know about her and I don’t care. All I know is I “Well, yes. But there’s something else you might wanna know.” got a sink full of dishes getting cold and some gossipy bird “Hmm, what’s that?” is on the phone wasting my time. You need to mind your “My daughter heard Vesta and that other woman talking own business.” 265 266 Ruby slammed the phone back on the receiver and finished Chapter 33 drying her hands. Oh Lord, she thought, what is that girl up to? She went to the refrigerator and reached for a beer. Ruby got into bed but slept little. At 6:30 she got up and The dishes were abandoned. made a pot of coffee. It was going to be a long day and she wanted to be alert. Keeping up with a two-year-old was Sitting at the dining room table, she let the cold beer’s effect calm difficult and she’d need to drive to French Lick to drop him her down. She’d need to figure out who to talk to. I wonder if off before working her paper route. Lurleen is up, she thought. She’ll know what to do. She’s a smart one. Her head tilted back and the last of the beer drained Taylor stood in his crib and smiled when she came into his down her throat. She sat and watched car’ headlights on the room. The crib hugged a wall on which she’d nailed up highway and wondered about her daughter. Vesta’s awards from high school. First Place in Concert Choir, Yearbook Staff, Teacher’s Helper 1980. Dust clung to the glass covering them and they reflected the room in a ghost-like haze. It had changed little since Vesta had moved out to live with Randy.

“How’s gramma’s big boy? You ready for some breakfast, sweetie?” Ruby picked up Taylor and put him on her ample hip. She picked up his diaper bag, carried it in her other hand while navigating thru strewn toys to the front room. She laid Taylor on his back and undid his sleeper. He lifted his legs in the air. The toddler was at the age where diapers were a necessary evil and he knew compliance meant a quick change. “If you was a girl, we wouldnt be messin’ with this anymore.”

267 268 Ruby thought back to Vesta’s childhood and how quickly she “Well, c’mon in and let’s see if Aunty Lurleen has a cookie for took to toilet training. “Your momma was younger’n you you, huh? Whaddya say?” © 2004, Keith J. Hampton when she learnt ta use the toilet. Well, I guess boys take They went inside and Lurleen went over to the kitchen and longer on a lot of things.” began rummaging around in a cupboard. “Wow, Lurly, this place looks pretty good. What’d ya do, get Her thoughts led to Vesta and she began to worry again. a wild hair?” Ruby taunted as she took a seat at the dinnette She finished changing Taylor and put him on the floor. She set and put Taylor on the floor. looked at the clock. It was 8:00. She would forego taking Lurleen spoke back at Ruby while she dug. “I had one of him to French Lick and decided to run the paper route with those epiphanies ya hear about. Not religious or nuthin’, him in the back, like old times. just finally got fed up with the mess.” She closed the cupboard in disgust. “Except I can’t find a damn thing now.” Two hours later she headed up Yount road to Lurleen’s. The “Oh hon, it’s OK, he’s probably still full from breakfast. He Dart rattled up the gravel lane. She turned off the car and eats like a pig.” got out. Lurleen’s dour face appeared in her front door. As “He’s at that age, I expect. Growin’ all the time, hungry all she watched Ruby get her grandson out of the car seat, her the time. I wish I had something for him.” expression changed. Lurleen loved children and was happy “Don’t worry about it. I have some animal crackers in the to see Taylor even if she had to deal with Ruby to do so. car.”

She opened the door and stood on the porch grate, watching Lurleen began to light a cigarette and thought better of it. as Ruby made her way up to the metal stairs. “Who ya got Her hand toyed with the pack and her eyes glanced at it there? Hi, sugar! My goodness you are gettin’ so big!” while the two women talked. Ruby smiled at her friend. “Why ya got Taylor today? I thought Vesta had him out at “You can say that again. I can’t carry him for more’n a that shelter.” minute or two.” “Well, Vesta ain’t livin’ there no more. I guess I’m watchin’ him for a while.”

269 270 “What? Where’s she livin’ now?” Lurleen saw what was happening. She went over to the “On the road, I guess.” Ruby’s face fell and she sighed. “Oh counter and grabbed a box of tissues, putting them down in Lurly, that damn girl’s gone and messed it all up again.” front of her friend. Lurleen looked at Ruby with pity. “She’s decided to take some time to think. Like it’s “Ruby, hon. What’s going on? What has Vesta been up to?” somethin’ the world owes her, I guess.” Ruby choked back a sob and let out a breath. “Think, huh? Think about what?” “Oh, God, I dunno.” She grabbed a tissue out of the box “Hell, I dunno. Something’s going on. I don’t know what, but and wiped her eyes and nose. “I think she’s got herself in she’s in some kinda trouble down at the courthouse.” some kind of legal trouble, though. Some lady that lives in “Lord.” Lurleen looked wistfully at the opening of the her shelter called me last night after Vesta left. She says cigarette pack. “Well, she can join the club. I’m gonna have Vesta and that damn Primor woman took some files from the to be there myself, I guess.” courthouse.” “What? Why’s that?” Lurleen reached over and smoothed Ruby’s bangs back. “Them lawyers in Terre Haute think I don’t own this land.” “Now, that don’t sound like Vesta at all. She’s worked there, “Well, that’s a bunch of hogwash. You been here since I can what, 4 years? She wouldn’t do somethin’ like that. Besides, remember. And old man Yount sold you the place back from what I hear, Merna Stalbert runs it like boot camp.” in...well what, nineteen sixty or sixty-one?” “I know, Vesta says the same thing. But this lady says that “Sixty-one. Only now they’re sayin it wasn’t his to sell.” her daughter overheard them talkin’ about taking files out “No kiddin’? How can they do that, Lurly?” and changin’ them and puttin’ them back the next day. “Oh don’t worry about it. They’re just trying to bully me That ain’t legal, is it Lurleen?” around. It’ll all come out OK, I suppose.” “Well, I doubt it. Why would they do that anyway?” Lurleen brought a hand to her chin. Ruby sat in silence for a The room fell silent for a moment. Ruby watched Taylor minute. Then her mood shifted. play with the stuffed bear he had brought in his hand. Its “Ya know, she ain’t said nothin’ ’bout owin’ that lawyer of ear was soaked from where he had been sucking on it. Her hers any money at all. And I know for a fact that she’s done eyes began to tear up and she used her sleeve to daub them. a lot of stuff for Vesta. Restraining orders, separation stuff. 271 272 That can’t be cheap.” Ruby looked at her, stunned. “We just got here, Lurleen.” “Nothin’s cheap when you get a lawyer involved.” “Yeah, I know, but I gotta make a phone call. Very “Lurly, you don’t suppose that Primor woman has been using important. Gotta be done right now.” my Vesta onna counta she’s working there and all? I mean, “Well, all right.” She stood up. She watched Lurleen pick up she can get any file she needs. She’s the filing clerk, right?” a cigarette pack off of the table. “Look, if you want to smoke, “Yeah, I suppose, but you don’t think she’d take that kind of it’s OK. Taylor’s on the floor, he ain’t gonna mind.” chance, do ya?” “No, hon, it ain’t that. I gotta tend to some things, is all.” “She might have. She’s pretty desperate right now and with “Lurleen, if you’re still mad about that driveway thing, just the piddly money she makes she couldn’t pay off that lawyer say so. I am totally over that, I aint mad any more.” for years.” Ruby’s eyes welled up again. “I’m sorry, I was such a idiot. Taylor threw his bear at the side of the waste can and It was my fault, Lurleen, and I just wouldn’t shut up about it.” crawled over to retrieve it. The women watched him in Lurleen was agitated but kept a tight smile on her face. silence. Ruby then pushed her chair out from the table and “No, hon, it ain’t that at all. Now just calm down.” leaned her forehead on the table. Small patches of fog She picked up Taylor off of the floor and touched his nose clouded the formica as she spoke. with a forefinger before handing him off to Ruby. “If that woman wanted her to do somethin’ instead of paying “I hate to rush you off like this, really I do, but I gotta make her, Vesta probably woulda done it.” She blew out a gust of a phone call. OK?” air, held her head up and looked at Lurleen. “She had a wad Ruby was wiping her eyes and carrying Taylor out the door. of cash when she left. I figure she aint paid a dime to her yet.” “Well, all right. But next time I come around don’t expect me to be so friendly after getting the bum’s rush.” Lurleen stood up, her face frozen as thoughts formed in her She looked at the toddler on her hip. mind, coalescing slowly, becoming clearer. Court hearings, “C’mon Taylor, Aunty Lurleen is actin’ kind of weird.” the bad deeds. Vesta and her lawyer taking files and putting She watched Lurleen as she walked. “Let’s finish our paper them back. She felt somehow they were connected. route and we’ll get lunch later. Bye Lurly, guess we’ll catch “Hon, I think you’re gonna have to go.” up later.” Ruby’s voice registered her dissappointment.

273 274 Lurleen barely heard her. She closed the door and went for In a monocultural ecosystem – where only one type of ground the phone, lighting a cigarette while she dialed. cover or tree is present – an absence of wildlife results. But “Be home, be home...” she chanted softly. wildlife can thrive in areas that offer a variety of food sources, She waited and then began talking. water, and cover. Within thirty years the ridge had developed “Hi, Jason, this is Lurleen Briscoe. I figured you might be at into such a place. The ridge’s evolving ecosystem teemed with work but I wanted to tell you about something important. life as plants and trees of wide variety took root as it Call me as soon as you get this. Bye.” recovered from clearcutting, overfarming and erosion.

Lurleen sat back down at the table and exhaled a blue cloud The young forest created a high canopy, providing shade for of smoke. If my hunch is right, the whole thing’s gonna tuberous plants and flowers to return as well as making a blow up in them liars’ faces, she thought. They’ll get what natural environment for paw-paw, beech and mountain laurel. they deserve. Where forest gave way to field, different species of trees and plants proliferated. Overgrazed areas grew patches of ragweed, Lamb’s Quarters and other common annuals. Spread by seed, they thrived despite wildly varying tempera- tures that a typical spring presents. Later perennials – milkweed, thistle, ironweed – had an early start as their roots survive despite winter freezing.

These pioneer plants provided shelter for vines and shrubs to spread from the woods and these in turn gave cover for wind- blown seeds and squirrel-hidden nuts of hickory, bitternut, oak and maple. Persimmon, sassafras, dogwood and wild blueberry proliferated through animal and bird droppings.

275 276 Cedars and multiflora rose multiplied and helped provide safe Chapter 34 shelter for rabbits and birds. Easily spread grasses and herbs fed deer and supplied quail, grouse and turkey nesting Downtown Indianapolis was busier than usual and traffic and feeding areas. Mixed-meadow conditions were perfect for clogged the one-way street Jason was traveling. The city possums, lizards, groundhogs and racoons because of cover had grown from a sleepy little business community to a they provided. full-fledged national entity in the ten years Jason had lived there. The new, enlarged convention center brought in more The vast array of plant and animal life allowed predators to traffic which in turn provided clientele for larger and take their position in nature’s cycle. Coyote, fox, bobcats and trendier hotels and restaurants. The city’s football season weasels fed on grass-dwelling mammals. Gamebirds were was in full swing and banners hung from the streetlights also wary for predators. helping direct fans to the new stadium.

In the early 1960s, county extension agencies stepped in to Jason hated driving in the city. Everyone seemed rude, control erosion where hillsides could not produce grass quick- nobody was letting him change lanes, and a few times he ly enough to hold the soil. They planted red pine and seeded had to quickly jut the nose of his SUV in between vehicles, areas thick with fescue, creating a mono-culture that held the all the while being honked at. He wound his way to one of soil but provided little cover or food. many new parking garages handling the swell of commuters that daily gorged the city. After parking he pocketed his Nature creeps into these “managed” areas over time and stub and headed down Pennsylvania Street on foot to find fixes what man’s ignorance renders nearly sterile. the law firm of Neihauer, Redson and Dancy. He’d taken the afternoon off to meet with Eric Redson about the impending hearing and had copies of his and Lurleen’s files in a leather binder tucked under one arm.

He eventually found the address and stepped inside an opulent lobby. Red granite tiles lined the walls and the 277 278 elevators gleamed in shining brass. Large trees grew from combination he was not used to, and the smell of jasmine low-slung cement planters, their tops reaching two stories perfume met his nostrils. above while smaller plants lived in their shadow, their leaves strangely dark. Jason smirked at the false environment. “Can I help you?” The receptionist looked up, her hair back- lit and her face lit from below. She looked angelic and the At the sixteenth floor he came out of the elevator and turned room’s decor added to the impression. to his left. His eyes widened. The entrance to the law firm “Yes, my name’s Jason Lambert and I’m here to meet with was impressive. A pair of large, travertine pillers stood on Eric Redson. I have a 3:30 appointment.” either side of glass doors with the firm’s name sandblasted “Yes, just one moment.” Her arms moved behind the into the glass transom. Huge jade planters filled with calla counter in unknown activity, a tiny microphone hovered in lillies were at the base of each pillar. A sage and tan front of her mouth. Egyptian-style carpet fanned out in front of the doorway. “Karen, Jason Lambert is here to see Eric. Should I show Beyond the door was a long, white reception desk with him back? OK. Thanks.” uplights at its base. Behind it sat a sharply coifed woman She looked up at Jason again. under low lighting. A large, rough-cut piece of limestone “Mr. Redson’s assistant is coming out for you. She’ll show was mounted on the wall behind her which featured carved you to his office. You can have a seat. Would you like Roman figures in chariots – all in bas relief, their war something to drink?” brought to life by halogen lights strung on a cable high “Uh... no, but thanks.” above. A thick glass shelf below held large intricate vases, it’s edge glowing pale green. Jason eyed the waiting area. A silver and black striped sofa was positioned below a huge gilt-framed painting. Jason Jason clutched the nickel-plated handle and the door recognized it as Poussin’s “Rape of the Sabine Women”. He smoothly glided open. His shoes sunk into plush carpeting wondered if it was the original. The low, glass-topped table as he entered. He suddenly felt unworthy, as if his position in front of it was piled with picture books of Tuscany and a in life had been unexpectedly lowered. The room spoke to low-slung planter. He opted to stand. him of expensive taste and quiet reserve, an intimidating

279 280 “Mr. Lambert?” Jason turned around to see a small, neatly seat in our meeting room.” dressed woman in her thirties. She opened the door to an adjoining conference room with “Yes, Jason.” He held out his hand. a large maple table. Sleek black chairs were underneath “Nice meeting you, I’m Karen Carston.” and he pulled one out and sat. Karen closed the glass door She took his hand briefly, let it drop and began to walk behind her and left Jason alone with his thoughts. toward the hallway. “If you’d like to follow me, I’ll show you Damn, this place must have cost a fortune, he figured. I to Mr. Redson’s office.” better get this guy’s rates up front. Jason followed her quick pace back thru the offices. “Would you like a soda or a coffee?” A moment later the door opened and a large, imposing man “No, thanks, I was already asked.” entered. Jason stood but tilted his head back to see his face. They walked briskly down the curving hallway. He looked The features were deeply cut and his skin tone seemed about, from time to time catching the eye of various naturally tan. Black curly hair was gelled and combed employees working at their desks. The hallway was lined straight back, giving his eyes and nose a hawkish with cubicles in front of small meeting rooms. The combina- appearance. He could have easily been a football player, his tion was something Jason had never seen. It was open yet body straining in the width of his white shirt, his suspenders private, busy but quiet. In between each work area, the hall tight down the sides of his blocky torso. held large paintings from various parts of history, each in a “Hello Jason, Eric Redson.” gilt frame. Jason glanced at them as they glided by. Karen He reached out and dwarfed Jason’s hand with his own and followed his gaze and smiled. they both sat down. “The partners are really into historical art. I don’t really “Why don’t you tell me what you’ve got going on. From the like most of them but the colors are pretty, don’t you think?” beginning. I know we talked briefly about it on the phone, Jason smiled at her. “Yes, they are. Are these the originals?” but with so many cases pending, I need a reminder.” “I’m not at liberty to say.” She paused. “It’s supposed to His demeanor was calm but very direct. Jason was make us appreciate art, but I’d like something more modern, impressed but also intimidated. personally. Well, here we are. Mr. Redson is on the phone, “Sure, no problem.” He cleared his throat. “OK, first of all, but he’ll be with you in just a moment, if you’d like to have a Mrs. Briscoe, Lurleen, bought the land that she owns in 281 282 1961 from Mr. Yount. I came along later and bought 50 I both got a summons.” He pulled it out and handed it to acres from her in 1987. She’s got about 67 acres left.” Redson. “I mean, they can’t just decide that we don’t own As he spoke, Jason’s hands left sweaty impressions on the this land, can they?” table whenever he rested them between gestures. Redson took notes in pencil on a yellow legal pad. Jason looked at Eric and waited. Eric pushed his chair back He looked up. “OK, continue, I’m following you.” and put his pencil to his mouth. “No. They can’t do that. “Well, then I got a letter from Jacobs Mining and Drilling But we need to find out what their side has. They may have outlining my rights as a landowner with them holding a some kind of proof of a cloud on the deed.” mineral lease.” “Well, Lurleen - He pulled out the brochure and laid it on the table. Redson “Mrs. Briscoe?” picked it up briefly and then put it to the side. “Yeah, she went ahead and got a lawyer down there. Brad “Yes, Jacobs. Interesting, go on.” Warnecke. I guess he’s some local guy that seems to know “OK. See, this was a surprise to me, because I didn’t know the system.” that the rights were leased already. So I did some digging to “No problem. We’ll just keep him on our team for local color, find out what the deal was. Turns out that the lease had run but we’ll be the lead attorneys. I have some connections out and I sent them a notice stating as much.” down there and there’s a law firm that shares cases with us Redson looked at him and smirked. in New Albany. They’ll know the system just as well.” “And you woke a sleeping giant.” “Well, she’s paid him already. Is that a problem?” “Well, I guess so, because the next thing I get in the mail “No. We’ll take both of these cases and treat them as one. I from them is a one-hundred-fifty dollar check to buy the can’t promise the same outcome for each of you, but we’ll rights again. Which I tore up.” cross that bridge later. What kind of other documents have Redson smiled. “Smart. What happened then?” you got there?” “They sent one to Mrs. Briscoe too. But I called her and told “Well, there’s a copy of the deeds, and Lurleen’s copy of the her to tear hers up, too.” summons. Also a copy of the original Yount deed that was The attorney chuckled. “I’m sure that went over well.” made from the courthouse records back when I bought the “Then this whole thing with the lawsuit began. Lurleen and place. My bank went through the legal stuff before I bought 283 284 it. That’s why I don’t see how this could be possible. Eric smiled again. “Yes. And we lost. Twice. Losing cases Wouldn’t they have discovered a problem when they did a isn’t something that sits well with the old man, not to title search?” mention John Neihauer. His rivalry with Jacobs goes back “Yeah, normally they would have. But if there’s a claim of even further than my father’s. They both ran for some local earlier ownership prior to those deeds and it wasn’t filed office a long time back and Jacobs pulled some rather correctly in the court, we might have a problem. Like I said, questionable stunts to win. John has given me permission we’re going to need to see their documents. I can make a to use every available resource to win this case. Jason, request for that in the pre-trial conference, no problem.” you’re going to be getting legal representation from one of Jason breathed deeply and hesitated. the top three law firms in the city. Basically for free.” “Uh, Mr. Redson, I’m wondering what this is going to cost. I Redson smiled at him again and stood. mean, I’m willing to fight them on this, but I don’t make that “We’ll need you to sign a form stating that you’ve hired us to great of a living.” handle this case, but other than that, don’t worry about the “Well, don’t worry about that right now. At this point, it money part. Our firm is more interested in showing Jacobs might not take more than just a letter to their side and one he can’t always win. I’m going to need you both to sign our to the judge.” letter of intent first, however.” He leaned back in his chair again and fixed Jason with a “Yeah, sure.” Jason was elated. A huge firm that dealt with raptor’s stare. real estate law was going to help him – for free! He stood up “Jason, there’s something you need to know about these and reached for Redsons hand again. guys, Jacobs’ team. Before he retired, my father and one of “I can’t believe this...thank you so much!” the partners, Neihauer, had gone up against Jacobs in two “You’re quite welcome.” He shook Jason’s hand. “You just seperate environmental cases. I wasn’t aware of it, it was happened to call the one firm that wants to send Jacobs a before I joined the firm. But John Neihauer brought it up very strong message.” after seeing the pending case list in our partner’s meeting. He reached into his shirt pocket and then gave a card to This firm lost both cases.” Jason. “Here’s my card. My cell phone number is on there Jason sat up and leaned against the table. as well.” “You mean, you guys fought Jacobs before?” 285 286 He pulled open the conference room door for Jason and Chapter 35 motioned him out, then came around and led the way to his assistants office. When he reached home, Jason headed straight to the “Karen, are the letters of intent ready for Mr. Lambert?” refrigerator for a beer. He wanted to take the edge off of the “Here they are.” She handed Redson the file. day but he also wanted to celebrate his incredible luck. He “Thanks. Jason, you and Mrs. Briscoe just need to sign twisted off the cap from the bottle and put it to his lips. The these. There should be a stamped envelope that she can mail beer was sweet and cold and immediately began to go to his hers back in. Once we get hers, we can begin. I should have head. He had not eaten anything since a having a leftover some kind of news for you in a week or so after that.” He stale doughnut at 11:00. He thought about his options for turned to Karen and handed her the the note pad and docu- dinner while he took slugs of beer. ments Jason had brought. “Karen can show you out.” Later, while he cut vegetables to stir fry, the phone rang. It The assistant looked at him and smiled. “I sure can.” was Lurleen. “Great. Jason it was nice meeting you. I have to be in court “Hey hon, how is it going up there?” in fifteen minutes, so I need to get going.” He stepped into “Oh, Lurleen, you won’t believe it! It couldn’t be going his office and closed a sleek wooden door behind him. better. I’m fixing my dinner, so I can’t talk long, but I have Karen pulled a form from a folder and handed it to Jason. He great news.” quickly read it, used the assistants desk to sign and handed “Well, that’s good to hear. Did you find a gold brick or some- it back to her. “That was easy.” thing?” “Yes,” she said, “signing is always the easy part. It’s the rest “No, but I did find us a golden lawyer.” that can get complicated.” “Hnh. Didn’t know they made that kind. Usually they’re the She stood and they both made their way to the front of the ones taking the gold.” office, Jason’s steps bouncing. Soon he was out in the hall “Well, not this one. He’s going to take our case for free. Can and down the elevator. I can’t believe it, he mused. Of all you believe it?” firms to choose out of the phone book – I just can’t believe “No, I can’t.” She paused. “There’s probably a catch.” it. His smile was with him the rest of the weekend. “Lurleen, this time there is no catch. His name is Eric 287 288 Redson and his firm has a personal vendetta against Jacobs. him what you know. There’s a pre-trial conference that he’s They’re willing to fight for us for nothing, just to beat him.” going to set up with the other side. While he’s down there, “Well, that seems damn nice of them. I have some news for perhaps you could meet with him.” you too. Didn’t you get my message to call?” “Sure. I got all the time in the world, hon. Where do you “No, I haven’t checked my machine. Why, what’s going on want me to go?” © 2004, Keith J. Hampton down there?” “Well, according to him, we should keep Brad Warnecke on “I think I might have figured out what’s been going on with hand to help, so I guess at his office down there. And one our deeds. You know Ruby Cahill?” more thing. There’s going to be an agreement form coming “No, I don’t think I’ve met her.” to you. Just sign it and return it to Mr. Redson. It won’t “Well, she’s my paper lady. She’s got a daughter that works cost anything, but it needs to be done.” at the courthouse, or she did until about two days ago.” “OK, I can do that, no problem.” “Yeah?” “I think we have a chance to win this, I really do.” “I guess there’s been some funny stuff happening there that “Oh God, I hope so. I can’t think of livin’ anywhere else at her daughter, Vesta, has been part of. Records leavin’ and my age.” comin’ back later, that kinda thing. This other woman, Jason grinned as he put a lid on the rice. “Your age? You’re some lawyer in French Lick, has been kinda using her to get only in your fifties, right?” the files. I know it sounds a bit far-fetched but it could have “Yeah, right. Just a spring chicken. Jason, either you need somethin’ to do with our deeds, don’t you think?” glasses or you’re trying to flatter me. And I can’t figure out “Yeah, maybe. I should probably tell our lawyer about that. why you’d want to do that. You better get back to your Maybe we can use it to our advantage.” dinner. I’ll talk to you when you’re sober.” “That’s what I was thinking. But it’s gonna be hard to find Vesta. She’s left town.” Jason got off of the phone and tossed the chopped “Where did she go?” vegetables into the skillet. The sizzle of sprouts in the oil “Ruby says she don’t know. But if she hears from her, I’ll made his mouth water and Lurleen’s news kept his mind tell ya.” busy. If someone in English was tampering with deeds, it “Lurleen, you might need to meet with our lawyer and tell meant the whole thing was bigger than he thought.

289 290 291 292 The next morning, he phoned Eric Redson. He caught him at Chapter 36 his desk and the rare opportunity gave them time to talk. Eric listened to Jason’s story and then offered an opinion. It’s Monday afternoon already, the sheriff thought. He was “I can speak to the judge about it, but that’s about all I can not in the mood for his job. He stubbed out his cigarette in do at this point. We can’t use the information because it’s the patrol car ashtray and sped his car down Highway 64 total hearsay instead of facts. It could hurt more than help.” toward the French Lick exit. The police radio was on and he Jason thought for a moment. “What if we got Vesta to come could hear the dispatch and replies immersed in a sea of forward and tell what she knows?” static. The radio was usually busy this time of day; school “If we can find her, I’ll serve her with a notice of deposition. let out a half hour earlier and workers from day shift of the She might be able to serve as a fact witness. We could factories were making their way home. It meant drunk compel her to bring any information or documents she has driving, spousal abuse, break-in’s – the basic everyday that would show her lawyer’s involvement. What is her crimes that made up a normal police workload. lawyer’s name? Maybe I know her.” “Lurleen didn’t say. But I’ll try to find out. She’s from Randy was still missing and it became the sherrif’s personal French Lick, but that’s all I know right now.” obsession to find him. Everything else took a back seat “Jason, if a lawyer somehow used the Cahill girl to get files including station reports, deputy meetings and Candy’s job and we prove it, we’ll show a basis of criminal intent and file performance review. He’d put that off until she became a complaint with the local prosecutor. But that’s a big ‘if’. I’ll unbearable. Every year it was the same thing: Candy need any information you can get me on this Vesta Cahill.” wanted a big raise the department couldn’t afford to give “Well, I’ll try to see if I can get her mother’s phone number.” her. He didn’t like having to give her the same bad news. “Try to find out where she was headed, she might be the key to winning our case.” He’d found out from Merna Stalbert at the courthouse that Vesta had not been in to work since the previous Later, Jason thought about Vesta Cahill, who she was and Wednesday. It prompted him to take a trip out to the if she had any idea what she had done to them. He had to women’s shelter to find out why. If Randy had anything to find her. Calling Lurleen would be the first step. do with her absence it would make the case even more

293 294 foreboding. He hoped for Randy’s sake that the two seperate was it you wanted, Mr...?” Finally a pause. departures were not connected. “Rickenbaugh, ma’am, Sheriff Rickenbaugh, Crawford County. I’m looking for Vesta Cahill. She supposedly was Twenty minutes later, he pulled up to the shelter. The broad staying here...?” expanse of the Victorian clapboard dominated the street. He “Oh, Sheriff, we can’t divulge who our guests are. That’s tried to decipher which doorway might be Vesta’s. Walking rule number one. I mean, if we told everyone who our ladies up to the front, he opted for the main entrance. After a were it would pretty much render this house useless, right? couple of knocks, an elderly woman opened the door. It was It’s hard enough keeping their boyfriends and husbands Mrs. Simpson and she was well into her fourth cup of coffee. away as it is, and when they find out, it gets even harder. Her voice clattered against his ears and rebounded off of the But you know, it doesn’t matter much anyway, because house across the street in an endless stream of words. Vesta done moved out of here last week. Just packed up and left on Wednesday night. I don’t know why; it seemd she “Hi, are you here about the clothing donations? One of the fit right in and was doing really well. REAL-ly well. I just officers said he had a box for us.” makes me sick the way some of these men treat their Before he could answer, she saw his insignia and realized women, doesn’t it you? And they just come crawling back her mistake. “Oh, you aren’t French Lick police. I’m sorry. because they “love” them. Well, I don’t think getting bruises Seen one cop, ya seen em all, isnt that right? Ha-ha, well, all over is love, do you?” I’m just kidding; I’m sure you boys have your work cut out She leaned out toward him, her eyes grew large as she said for you. The crime lately around here has been terrible. the word love. He instinctively leaned away from her and You know, last week a car was broken into right here in did his best to keep from grimacing. front of the shelter, can you believe that? I mean, you can’t “Well, OK, she’s moved out, then. OK, Mrs. Simpson, I even park your car anymore without wondering who is going guess I’ll take my leave. Thanks for your help.” to try and steal it. Mercy, it just gets worse and worse. My name is Mrs. Simpson, I’m in charge of this mess. Oh, I He spoke as he backed off of the front porch and down the shouldn’t say mess, we do try to keep it clean, just like you stairs, holding the railing and taking his steps carefully. try to keep our streets clean, ya know? Hum, yes, now, what “Are you sure you don’t want to come in for some coffee? I 295 296 just made a fresh pot. We hardly ever get visitors what with He knew where Vesta had been living before she hooked up the secrecy of our location and all. Especially from the with Randy. Ruby Cahill’s house was near Taswell and while “force”. I mean, just look at you, nice uniform and all. he wasn’t anxious to see another talkative woman, he had to Makes me proud to be an American, I tell you, I wish my son do his job. He pulled up to the ranch-style home a while would have joined the police. No, he just had to go and try later and got out of the patrol car to look around. The yard to be a musician and goes all over hell’s half-acre thinking was empty and Ruby’s car was gone. he’s a rock star, but I’ll tell you one thing, he ain’t never going to amount to nothin’ and it’s certainly not MY fault, no There were several complaints about her muffler called in to siree, I did everything a mother could do for her son, but it the station and he knew her red Dodge Dart well. The town just didn’t seem to matter, he went ahead...” police opted to not ticket her. The only real noise ordinance “OK, Mrs. Simpson, well, thank you. I’ll call if I need in English was in effect for the city limits and she stayed out anything more.” He turned to go but she was oblivious to of the area. his departure. “...took outta here like a bat outta hell and joined up with The momentary lull made him want to smoke. He opened a some kind of no-count hippies. They play over at some joint new pack of Marlboros after tamping it on the car door, took in Milltown now and probably put people off their dinner just one out and lit it. He kept it in his mouth, drawing on it and to hear them. Are you going to go to your car for something? leaning his hands on the roof of the car. As he watched, a Perhaps you need to do some kind of detective work up in catbird flitted among the branches of a blue spruce. He Vesta’s room. I’ll bet she’s left all kind of clues up there, you began to hear a small car engine in the distance, growing could probably figure out where she went or something, louder. Ruby was on her way home. Sheriff? Are you sure you don’t want some coffee?” He could still hear her muffled voice after he shut his car He got back in and moved the patrol vehicle to the edge of door. He didn’t look up at the house. the driveway and got out as Ruby pulled up. A haze of smoke “Jesus!” he muttered as he pulled away. hung in the air around the car after she parked.

297 298 “What’s up, Sheriff? You gonna ticket my muffler again?” I ain’t heard from her yet.” Ruby wasn’t pleased to see him. Her mind leapt to Vesta and Taylor’s crying began to grow louder. Ruby tilted her head she wondered if he somehow knew about the court files. Her down and frowned at him. She looked back up and squinted hands were jumpy as she lifted Taylor out of his car seat and at the sheriff while she talked. put him on the ground. “I gotta get my grandson changed before he throws a fit. You “That’s it, Taylor, look who came to see gramma! It’s the big wanna come in?” police man. Looky Taylor!” The sheriff looked at the boy and opted to leave instead. The boy was oblivious due to his rude awakening and full “Nope, I’ll be going. I’m headin over to Ronny’s and see if diaper. He began to cry as soon as she let him go. He held anyone there has seen her. If you hear from her, let me his hands up to her, opening and closing them again, know, OK Ruby?” grasping at nothing while his sobs grew louder. She had turned and was already heading inside. “Ruby, I ain’t never written you a ticket. Just a warning. “Will do, Ricky, will do,” she called out. But I’m really here to ask about Vesta. Is she living back with you now?” —- Ruby gathered her remaining papers in one arm and took Taylor by the hand. She called out to the side as she walked As he pulled into Ronnie’s Bar, he knew he picked the worst toward the door. time of day to make an appearance. The parking lot was full. “I don’t know where she is, Ricky. She left here last week. The horde of men inside and the few women who She wouldn’t tell me where she was goin’, neither.” accompanied them would either try to be his best friend or The sheriff followed her toward the house. pretend he wasn’t there. And the occasional few would be in “C’mon, Ruby. We known each other too long for you to lie their cups enough to start something. He hoped it wasn’t to me.” going to be that kind of day. Ruby wheeled around, almost hurt. “I ain’t lying, Sheriff. Honest, I don’t know where she’s gone The smoke was thicker than usual and was an assault to to. She said she needed to think. Said she was gonna just even a smoker’s nostrils. The room quieted down noticably drive and stop somewhere and call me when she got there. as he walked past the first table. He went up to the bar and 299 300 caught Halsy’s eye as he was filling a pitcher from the tap. “Well, I’m just glad she’s ok. But I still would like to talk to The bartender took care of settling up with his client and her. She may be one of the last people to see Randy so I just sauntered over. need to ask her a few questions.” “Any sign of our good buddy Randy?” “I’ll tell her that. But let me talk to her first. I think I can Halsy wore his usual bemused expression. convince her that she aint in trouble but I need your word “No, and that’s what I came to find out from you. I take it that you’re not gonna throw her in jail or nothin’.” he ain’t been here either.” “Now, Halsy, you know me better than that. I’m just going to “Nope. But his ex has.” ask her about Randy and take it from there. If she’s A wide smile poured across his face, his teeth gleemed in the willing to come to town to talk with me, I’d like to get her dull light. statement for the record. That way she’ll be cleared of “Oh yeah? That’s good ‘cause I’m looking for her too. anything if we find him later. I’m sure there’s some others Where’s she at?” that can vouch for her.” “Right now? I’d say she’s probably getting ready to fix my “OK, well, like I said I’ll talk to her. Don’t worry, I won’t let dinner. Hope it’s a good one.” her leave. I don’t think she’d want to now, anyway.” He grinned, waiting for the sheriff to get his hint. His grin flashed again and his eyebrows did a quick double The sheriff looked down and smiled. He looked back up and jump. The sheriff smiled. squinted at Halsy. “Hell, Halsy, why didn’t you just tell me “Allright, stud. Have her call me down at the station that?” tommorow. I won’t disturb you two tonight.” “You didn’t ask. Besides, she’s scared to death she’s in “Hey, thanks Ricky. I owe ya one. What do ya want to trouble and I don’t want anyone messin’ with her. She’s a drink? It’s on the house?” good person, Ricky, really she is. She don’t have nothing to “I better get going. I can’t drink in uniform anyway, do with Randy being gone and you and I both know it.” remember?” Halsy’s face softened and he looked sincere. “I won’t tell.” The sherrif believed him. “Well, for a while I was thinking he “Yeah, but they would.” might have had something to do with her being, uh...” The The sheriff indicated the crowd in general with tilt of his sheriff faltered but continued. head as he left the bar. 301 302 If Vesta was unharmed, it meant Randy was simply missing Chapter 37 and may not have committed any crime. He drove back to the office feeling a bit relieved but he was still bothered by Jason had used the morning wisely. He created layouts for his friend’s disappearance. He wished that Randy would five different shoe-store ads while figuring out the budget for have thought enough of him to warrant a goodbye before he two annual reports, getting quotes from his vendors, mark- left. Men like Sheriff Rickenbaugh didn’t admit it, but the ing up the prices and putting the numbers into a presenta- lack of communication from his best friend left him tion for his boss. His talent for multi-tasking allowed him to feeling depressed. accomplish the work of two employees. He wondered why he did all the grunt-work but Rodney would get all the glory. It was the same old story, one he knew well. He’d gone through the same motions at every agency or design studio he’d worked at. Eventually, he thought, all this practice will pay off when I have my own firm. Someday. He sighed and looked at the clock. It was nearly eleven, a perfect time to call Lurleen.

He dialed her number and waited, watching his assistant, Dell, struggle with a t-shirt design. What an idiot, he thought. He’s been working on that for a week. Lurleen answered the phone.

“Hi, good looking. Are you alone or do I need to call back?” “Jason, you know better than that. But heap on the compli- ments anyway.” “Well, I will in person next time I see you. Hey, I need Ruby’s phone number if you have it. Mr. Redman wants to 303 304 call her and ask about her daughter. Vesta, right?” you’re up to, what, about 10?” “Yeah, that’s right. Vesta. Hold on a minute and I’ll get it.” Dell said nothing and faced his computer screen again. Jason laughed silently to himself. What was I thinking Dell kept glancing over at him while he was on the phone. when I hired this guy? he thought. He’s such a creep. Jason listened as she rummaged around. She found the number and gave it to him. He left their office and used the conference room to make “I doubt she’s home, Jason. She’s usually doing her paper his next call. He was quickly routed to Eric Redson’s route about now. Try her at four. She oughta be home by then.” assistant, gave her Ruby’s number and hung up. As he was “Sounds good. Anything going on down there?” walking back to his office he noticed his boss’s door was “Nope, it’s quiet. Kinda a nice day. Too bad you ain’t here. I closed. He glanced in the window and saw the back of Dell’s think you’d like it.” head. Reporting on me as usual, he thought. What a suck- “You know I would, Lurleen. Don’t worry, I’m doing my best up. Can’t these guys just do their jobs and stop being such to get down there soon.” gossipy jerks? He noticed his assistant had a smirk on his face. He decided to get off of the phone. It all had begun to make sense. Rodney simply hired Jason “Well, I gotta get going. You take care and I’ll see you soon.” in order to jump-start the company. Once he had Jason’s “Yeah, sure. I’ll talk to you soon, too, handsome.” clients and his methods for budgeting, they’d no longer need him. He knew they suspected his sexual preference but he’d Jason put the phone down and began to open a new job file. skillfully avoided their questions. He never made any kind of Dell cleared his throat meaningfully and spoke up. comment or did anything that might give them a clue. “You sure do spend a lot of time on that phone.” © 2004, Keith J. Hampton His back to him, Jason rolled his eyes and shook his head. But that mattered very little. It was the midwest, his boss “Yeah, but my work for the week is already done.” was a Notre Dame grad of the Republican, right-wing variety Then he turned around to face him. “You, on the other and he was very outspoken about his dislike for anything hand, sure have spent a lot of time on that T-shirt design for that seemed gay and Jason knew his days were numbered. which the budget had only three hours design time. I think The thought was depressing. He knew there was a slim 305 306 chance finding an agency in Indianapolis where sexual “Cahill residence, Ruby speaking.” preference didn’t matter or wasn’t an issue – publicly or “Hi, Mrs. Cahill, my name is Eric Redson, I’m an attorney up privately. It would be years before things changed. in Indianapolis. I’m calling about a matter that concerns your daughter, Vesta. Do you have a minute to talk?” He left for lunch feeling despondent and was back long “Where you say you’re from? Indianapolis?” before Rodney and Dell returned from their lunch together. “Yes, that’s right. I’m with the firm of...” There was time to make some private phone calls. He was “You ain’t one of them lawyers messing with Lurleen Briscoe, trying to find a job elsewhere but luck had so far eluded are ya?” him. He had already crossed the invisible age line into his “No, ma’am, I’m not. In fact, I’m one of her lawyers. late 30’s. This meant he would want too much money or I’m representing her in a case down in English.” would be too old for standard creative departments to mold “Oh. OK. I thought you mighta been with the other side.” him into one of their own. He had thoughts about starting “No, ma’am. I just thought if you could give me a minute...” his own business, but it would have to wait until the lawsuit She interrupted again. was over and things calmed down. “You calling about my Vesta, right? Well, like I told the sheriff, I don’t know where she is. She aint called me yet.” —— “Yes, Mrs. Cahill, I understand. But I was wondering if you could tell me about Vesta and anything you might know After an afternoon hearing, Eric Redson was back at his about her job at the courthouse. Do you have a minute to desk. He took the first three messages from his stack and talk to me about that?” returned two of the calls. He read the third message. It was Ruby’s grip tightened on the phone. She figured Lurleen had from Jason, relaying Ruby Cahill’s phone number. He to tell. Her voice wavered. glanced at the clock. It was 4:13, late enough to catch her at “Well, I guess. I just put my grandson in bed for a nap, so home, he thought. now’s as good a time as any.” “Great. Can you just tell me what you know about Vesta’s He dialed the number and waited. After three rings, a last days at her job?” woman with a heavy rural accent answered. Ruby became a bit defensive. 307 308 “Well, I don’t know anything for certain, but I do know that “If you hear from her, let me know, I can give you my number the lawyer in French Lick put her up to something. Damn here and you can call me.” lawyers always screwing things up. Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean “Well, if I hear from her, you’ll be about third in line. There’s a all lawyers.” few other folks here that’d like to know where she is.” “No problem. I understand. Do you know the name of her lawyer in French Lick?” Eric gave her his number and got off of the phone. He sat for “Oh sure, everyone knows her. Tanya Primor. She’s got a a moment and thought. He could call the circuit court judge reputation a mile long down here.” and let him at least know of the possibility of illegal document “I see. Do you know what she had Vesta do?” handling. He could send down a complaint and file for a notice Ruby looked out the window toward her car and the of deposition. Vesta might not be around to receive it, but it driveway. She felt uncertain telling a total stranger about was the best effort he could put forth at that point. Ruby’s her daughter. But if it would help Lurleen, she’d have to tell daughter might return and then give them her story. It might eventually. lead to something more than simple file tampering. Redson’s “Well, from what I’ve heard, she had Vesta take some files legal intuition was usually on target and his gut told him to from the courthouse and then she had them for a while and keep pushing in Vesta’s direction. then Vesta put ’em back. I don’t know why she did it or what happened after that. But I do know that Vesta quit her job right afterwards. And my Vesta’s an honest girl. She always has been.” “I’m sure that’s true, Mrs. Cahill.” “That Primor woman did something to her. I don’t know how, but I think she forced her into doin’ it.” “That could be. Well, I appreciate your time. If you don’t mind I’d like your address in order to send her something.” Ruby complied and Eric jotted it down on a legal pad.

309 310 Chapter 38 occupied his time by picking up clumps of cereal and watching as they splated on the flowered linoleum below. Early morning brought quiet pleasure to the toddler. A golden glow filled the room as slow-moving rays of sunlight On her way through the doorway, Ruby noticed a large, blue glinted off of a mobile that hung above his bed. An airplane, envelope sitting between the two doors. She stooped to pick a bird, a balloon and a butterfly chased each other in circles it up and looked at each side as she walked toward the as he watched. Oblivious to his soaked diaper, he stood in mailbox. She retrieived her mail and sorted through it as his crib in the dim light and watched faint moving shadows she returned to the house. Her paycheck was due from the on the wall, fingering the railing with one diminutive hand. newspaper. The other clutched a dirty teddy bear which he brought to his mouth to suck on a well-worn ear. Ruby shuddered as she came back into the house. “Whew! It’s cold out there, angel.” The spell was broken as the bedroom door opened and his She brought the mail over to the table and put it down. Her small body instinctively jerked at the sound. Astonishment shoe slipped on a bit of oatmeal and she glanced down. was soon replaced by glee as he dropped the bear and held “Ohhh, Taylor, you’re s’posed to eat the oatmeal, honey. You up both hands for his grandmother to lift him out. He made got that stuff everywhere.” small gushing noises in his throat. His eyes twinkled as she She gave the toddler a disapproving look but his grin had came nearer. her soon smiling herself. “You little rascal. You’re just a little devil, ain’t ya?” “G’mornin’ angel, how is Gramma’s big boy, huh? How’s She went to the sink and tore off a paper towel to clean the Gramma’s big boy?” floor. While she was beneath the highchair, a bomb of warm Ruby felt his diaper and confirmed what she’d expected. cereal fell in her hair. She jumped a bit and scowled at the “You need changing, little guy.” cooing boy. She lifted him out to be changed. A little while later, he was “Taylor Felton Cahill! You know better than that!” clean and dry. She left him in his high chair with a bowl of She stood up and reached into her hair to retrieve the warm oatmeal while she put on her coat to get the mail. The boy mass. The toddler stared at her and put a messy fist in his 311 312 mouth and gurgled. c/o Eric Redson “Lord. What I put up with just to be your Gramma.” She REDSON, NEIHAUER & REDSON searched for bits of cereal in her hair and pulled at them. 12 E. Market St. “Well, see? Now Gramma’s gonna have to take a shower Indianapolis, IN 46102 and wash her hair. You know what that means? It’s back to Re: Jacobs vs. Briscoe/Lambert bed for you, little one.” Cause No. 13C02-0304-CP-37 She wiped her hands off and looked at the mail on the table. You are hereby commanded to contact the firm listed above in order to testify and The large, blue envelope caught her attention again and give deposition in the cause of Jacobs vs Briscoe/Lambert in the above-refer- enced cause. In addition you are to bring any related and/or pertinent informa- seemed more important than the rest of the stack. It was tion/documents you possess that could reveal information about your involvement addressed to Vesta and had a law firm’s return address. in any wrong-doing while handling court records and/or deeds and/or plat books Certainly looks official, Ruby thought as she opened the having to do with the properties of the above-referenced parties and their heirs or assigns. envelope with a thumb. Her damp, magenta fingers hovered over her lips expectantly as she read. Dated this 15th day of October, 2002

State of Indiana By: Eric Redson In the Crawford County Circuit Court Attorney at Law Cause No. 13C02-0304-CP-37 Jacobs Drilling and Mining Certified mail return receipt requested, 7002 2030 0003 3141 2956 Steven R. Jacobs 2nd copy delivered by courier to last known address.

Plaintiff vs. Ruby eventually gathered that her daughter was being asked Lurleen Briscoe and Jason Lambert to testify in Lurleen’s lawsuit. She wished there were some power she posessed to bring her daughter home or at least Defendants force her to call. It isn’t fair what a mother goes through, Subpoena Duces Tecum To: Vesta Cahill she thought. She felt helpless in the face of the new, (Last known address) 234 E. Roaring Spring Rd. desperate strength Vesta seemed to conjure out of thin air English, Indiana, 47118 313 314 and wondered what crime pushed her daughter away from during his summations. The judge dreaded his cases and her home and child. She folded up the document and put it would prod him from the bench to move things along back in the envelope. Her attention was soon focused on the whenever he dawdled. He got off of the phone quickly, boy again, the rest of the mail was left untouched for the knowing the prosecutor might launch into one long-winded moment. anecdote after another.

——- Larry Denbo sat and thought about the complaint in front him. It would mean exposing the court’s records system to In his chambers, Judge Denbo had reached a decision to the public as something less than perfect which might notify the prosecutor about Tanya Primor and have him start conceivably start a wave of unfounded complaints dealing an investigation. He waited to see if Vesta would show up to with real estate. But he had no choice. He picked up the work but realized after a few days that his sources were phone and punched Merna Stalbert’s extension. right. There was damaging information in a complaint filed “Hey, Merna, can you come into chambers for a minute?” by Eric Redson, the attorney representing Briscoe and Merna came into the judges room shortly, her warble Lambert. Those parties were named in a lawsuit launched by starting as soon as the door opened. Jacobs Mining. According to the complaint, Primor and “Larry, I don’t know what the deal is, but I can’t seem to find Cahill allegedly worked together to create confusion about anyone smart enough to do the job. I put an ad in the coun- property ownership. It was a messy situation and it raised ty paper and the Crawford News and I’ve only gotten four his blood pressure to think someone in his court would sink calls on it. Now, I have heard about a girl in...” so low. The judge cut her off. “Merna, that aint why I called you in here.” He called Red Silmer, the county prosecutor, and told him Merna’s face dropped. about the situation. Silmer said he’d start an investigation “Oh.... well...” She was uncertain what to do next. immediately, but the Judge knew better. Red hadn’t done “Have a seat. We need to talk about something.” anything “immediately” since he took office. He still worked Merna came around in front of two leather chairs facing his at home most of the time and moved as slow in life as he did desk. She sat down on the edge of one. Merna didn’t like the 315 316 way leather felt on her legs, as if some kind of dead thing during the night.” He handed her a card with the company’s were rubbing against her. logo on it. The judge spoke in a light, patronizing manner. She stared at the card in her hand with her mouth ajar. “You know that I trust you just about as well as anyone “What? Why didn’t you tell me? I mean, Larry, of all the... here, right, Merna?” I’m the county clerk, you could have the decency to tell me “Well, yeah, I mean, yes, I guess I do. I mean, I know you do.” about something like that!” She smiled nervously and fidgeted with her hands. The judge looked at the ceiling, silently asking for patience. “About two months ago, the county got a grant from the “Merna, calm down. I’m telling you now. Hell, we just barely state to put in a security system in the courthouse here. It’s got it online. I wanted to wait until it was in so I could find been kind of hush-hush, ’cause we didn’t want to start a out what level folks around here came in at. I was trying to ruckus. The county council guys are still sore over the road decide who to tell. In other words, I wanted to fill in only the fund and all.” management. You, the bailiff, John in Records and Ricky, of “Oh, yeah. That was supposed to get some help from the course.” state. Never happened.” She looked at the judge, her face blotchy. Then she bit a “Right, right, but that’s a different matter. Anyway, this fingernail and sat back in the chair and sighed. He ignored money was only for the purposes of security. After 9-11, the her theatrics. entire legal system has been beefing up security, even out “Now then. There’s five video cameras throughout the build- this far.” ing. I wanted more, but the state only gave us enough “Well, Judge, the police station is right next door. What do money for a small system.” we need a system like that for?” “Well, Merna, I’m not gonna sit here and explain state policy Merna sat up and put her hand to the back of her hair. to you, we just don’t have that kinda time. Just listen for a “You mean, I’m being taped right now?” minute, OK?” She looked about the room nervously. Merna nodded and looked at her lap. The judge rolled his eyes. “I had a fella from a place called NSD in New Albany come “No, you ain’t. Not in here. There’s two in the main over and put in the system over Fourth of July weekend, courtroom, one in the hall by the front door, one in records 317 318 and one out back for the parking lot.” all. I was kinda cross with her last time. I figured that’s why “Oh, Lord, I wonder how much I’ve been on the damn she didn’t come back in. It’s been pretty unorganized since things.” then. I still don’t have an assistant.” “Now, ya see, Merna, this is exactly why I hesitated tellin’ “Yeah, I know. We’ll solve that problem soon enough. I you. We aint makin’ movies. Hell, after a while you won’t guess the tapes will tell us anything else we need to know even know they’re here. I forgot about them myself until about Vesta. I’m also gonna need you to check these records this morning. I got this in the mail.” against the CD back-up to see if there’s any entries that He handed her the notice of deposition and the complaint. don’t match up. And this has got to happen pronto.” “That’s why I wanted to talk to you. I need you to call over Merna stood and handed the notice back to the judge. to NSD in New Albany and order up the tapes for the last “OK, I’ll get right on it.” two weeks Vesta was here.” Merna read the document. One hand went to her throat as As she walked to the door, the judge spoke up again. the meaning became clearer. “And Merna?” “Judge, you don’t think... I mean, did Vesta do this? Lord, I She turned around. “Yes? Somethin’ else?” had no idea.” “Try your damndest to keep this quiet. I don’t want a “Exactly. That’s why the system is so handy. Merna, what bunch of idiots in here trying to find the cameras.” do you know about Vesta’s doings lately?” “Oh.” She thought for a moment.“I guess that’d be bad. OK.” “Well, she’s been going through that seperation, ya know, © 2004, Keith J. Hampton from Randy Spillman. I mean, she’s had to get a restraining She closed the door behind her and the judge sat back and order, find a place to live and all. Tanya Primor, has been flipped his glasses onto the desk in front of him, shaking his over here a few times to meet with her, and that’s taken up head over Merna. He gauged the size of the constituency he some of her time I guess. Other than being pretty sloppy presided over. Too many people around here are involved in about her work, I don’t know what else she’s been up to.” this one case, he thought. This damn county feels smaller Merna pondered it for a moment. “Kinda quiet, but that’s each year. normal. I had to have a talk with her about being late and

319 320 Chapter 39 move to her hometown in the South where they could live with her aging mother. He won the prosecutor’s race the “Cold again. Damn.” next month, however, and was deaf to her pleas to relocate. Red Silmer hated cold coffee but he wasn’t good at At 30, he felt his role was predestined and the county of his multi-tasking. Working on court briefs for twenty-minute birthplace needed a steady hand to help bring justice to the stretches, he’d drink his coffee in between. He walked to the wronged and jail time to offenders. She eventually left him; microwave and turned the timer to one minute and put the the divorce was handled long-distance. mug inside. He leaned against the counter while the microwave hummed, his bony, red hands held a document He took over his parents’ two-story house, a large, rambling and he continued reading. structure that was built before the civil war and was nearly impossible to keep heated. He’d converted a downstairs Stanton “Red” Silmer was the prosecuting attorney for parlor to an office where he could work in peace instead of Crawford county for nearly a decade. His face was as well dealing with constant interruptions and noise that English known as his name. It was the face law-breakers would see county offices were filled with. condemning them from across the aisle for whatever infractions they’d commited, the beakish nose and elongated He looked over the complaint filed against Tanya Primor visage shaded by bushy red eyebrows and a protruding from Judge Denbo’s office. It pointed a fairly sharp finger at forehead. Red’s frame was lanky: his wrists were always Tanya Primor in a court records tampering case and he inches below his shirtsleeves and his pant hems were well wanted to talk to her. He called for one of the detectives at above his ankles. When his temper got the best of him his the county sheriff’s office to ride with him. face and ears would redden. The nickname wasn’t long in coming and it stuck for life. Soon the men were at the front door of Primor’s office and residence. His knock was firm and he stood and smiled He lived alone. He’d met a petulant woman from Atlanta politely at the detective while they waited for an answer. during college but their brief marriage went sour. The The other man was much younger than Red, a new addition minute the honeymoon was over, she pressured him daily to to the police unit. Detective Peter Carson was tall with sandy 321 322 hair and lean features, his composure was calm and “Tanya, if you let us in, it’s going to be a lot easier in the powerful except when telling of his training. Then his dark- long run.” blue eyes flashed, his volume rose and he became more She was falsely courteous. animated while describing wild days with his comrades at “OK, but come around to the side. I’ll let you wait in my the academy. However, lacking common ground, the two office while I change clothes. I didn’t think I’d be having men barely spoke during the ride to French Lick other than company today.” offering a condensed personal history. The detective was She hurried back in, grabbed a robe off of the couch and nervous and not quite sure of what to do in that situation. threw it on. He’d only been on the job for a month. “What the hell does he want?” she muttered as she went around to the office door. The deadbolt was turned and the They heard muffled footsteps coming closer and the door two men walked inside. opened slightly. Tanya stuck her head out and peered at “Nice place.” Red Silmer looked around. “You’ve done pretty both of the men. She recognized Silmer from defending well for yourself, Tanya.” clients against him in Crawford County. “Yeah, right.” “Red Silmer? What are you doing here?” She glanced at the men sideways. “I need to talk to you about a case, Tanya. Can we come in?” “I’ll be back in a minute. Sorry, there’s no coffee.” “Hell, Red, it’s Saturday! Don’t you got better things to do?” The door to the house closed behind her and the men waited She was wearing sweats, an uncomfortable contrast to the in her office. Red was not one for sitting idle long and he men’s formal appearance. began to walk around the room, looking at her things, flip- “Well, Tanya, you can talk to us now, or I can subpeona you ping through her calendar. The detective sat and looped his and we can handle this over in English at 8:00, Monday hat in his hands. morning.” His eyes were steady on hers. He knew she wouldn’t like the A few minutes later, Tanya came back into the office, wearing latter option. jeans and a large, loose top. Her hair was in a scrunchie and She stared at him dumbfounded, then glanced at the her face was not made up. They both stood as she entered. detective. “What’s he doing here?” “Tanya, this is Lieutenant Detective Peter Carson.” 323 324 “Lieutenant? They have ranks now, eh?” Tanya smirked and “I’ll take your word for it, Tanya. Let’s say she isn’t that shook his hand. The detective mumbled a grave “hello”. smart. Maybe she had some help because it wasn’t her idea. She went to the rear of the desk and the three sat. After all, why in the world would someone like Vesta Cahill “OK, what’s so important that you can’t call and make an want to tamper with documents and ruin her job at the appointment?” courthouse?” “Well, Tanya, this for one thing.” He put a copy of the Tanya leaned at the prosecutor. complaint in front of her and the men both watched her face “That’s a good question. Which tells me it’s probably a lie.” for any sign. Tanya took the paperwork and nonchalantly “Could be, but it’s a very strong accusation. And we can’t looked through it. She politely shook her head. find her. It looks pretty odd, don’t you think?” “OK, you have some lawyer up in Indy making accusations The detective nodded at this comment. Tanya glanced over about me and a client of mine. C’mon, Red, this isn’t even a at him and back at Silmer. solid complaint.” “Why’d ya bring a back-up? Ya think I was going to give you “That’s right, Tanya. It’s not. But now your client is some trouble?” missing. We can’t find her to question her about it, so we “No, not at all. Look, this is just a preliminary investigation. thought we’d come over and talk to you.” He adjusted his A little cooperation goes a long way, Tanya.” posture. “After all, you’re her lawyer and the two of you have She held her hands out wide. “Hey, I’m cooperating, right?” been meeting over in English about some case, am I right?” “Do you know where Vesta Cahill is?” “Sure, you’re right. I helped her get away from the “No, I don’t. You might ask her mother. I understand she wife-beater she hooked up with and into a shelter. left the shelter, so that would be the first place I’d check.” Restraining order, division of property, that kind of thing. It still doesn’t mean she’s capable of doing what this complaint Detective Carson took some notes on a small pad of paper. says. Changing court documents? Plat books? I mean, I’ve He looked at the prosecutor and back at Tanya then spoke, been dealing with her for a while now and to tell you the his voice raspy from being unused. truth, she just isn’t that smart.” “When was the last time you met with her?” She tossed the paperwork back toward the prosecutor and She had a wry face for Silmer. leaned back in her chair. “He talks, whattya know?” She looked at the detective 325 326 deadpan, eyes half-open. “About three weeks ago. She and I Tanya watched him and glanced at the detective. She was met at the courthouse to discuss her bill and I havn’t seen visibly nervous. “Well, if that’s all you wanted, I guess I bet- her since.” ter get started on my cleaning.” She stood, hoping the Silmer eyed her with his head tilted back. detective would as well. “Do you think she’ll pay your invoice?” “Sure. In fact, she’s all caught up.” The prosecutor bent down and examined the scrap. Tanya’s He sat up, noticing something odd. stomach flipped. Her expression remained calm but a sweat “Kind of quick, isn’t she? I’ll bet that bill was pretty big.” broke out on her upper lip. Tanya fiddled with a pen, gazing at it with raised eyebrows. “Been doing some paper burning lately?” “Actually, the bill was friendly. I try to keep them low for this Silmer nodded at the fireplace. type of client. Anyway, she’s got some aid from the state Tanya eyed it and him and laughed. coming in. I don’t know about her personal finances. Maybe “Oh hell, Red, I just was getting rid of some old college she’s the type that doesn’t like a bill getting old.” artwork. Years old, none of it any good. Finally decided to “Yeah, guess so.” clean house. Hey, it’s free heat, ya know?” Silmer stood up and walked back to the small fireplace The detective watched her. Tanya turned around and behind his chair, studying it as he spoke. rearranged a vase of eucalyptus nearby to avoid his eyes. “And that’s the last time you talked to her?” While her back was turned Silmer reached down and “Yes, that was the last time. Look, you guys need to find her. grabbed the paper scrap and put it in his pocket. You found me, I’m not hiding. Apparently she is. I don’t She turned around. Her gaze bounced back and forth at the know why, but the girl has had her problems. Maybe that two men. man is after her again. Look, I try to stay out of things once “If you guys don’t have any more questions, I really need to my work is done. I can’t protect these girls if they keep get busy – it’s almost noon.” going back to the men, ya know?” “Sure thing, Tanya. We’ll get going. And thanks for seeing “I guess that’s true...” He nudged something in the fireplace us. It means a lot.” with his foot. It was a small, half-burnt piece of parchment, “Right.” She went over to the door and held it open. “You the unburned portion remaining was shiny and translucent. gentlemen have a great day.” 327 328 The door closed behind them and she watched as they pulled Chapter 40 out of the driveway. Halsy could smell fish frying as soon as he stepped out of his As soon as their car was gone she went over to the fireplace black pickup. It’s awful nice havin’ a woman at home, he and knelt down. There were scraps of parchment left. She thought and his devilish smirk grew as he opened the front picked them up and looked at them. They were free of any door. Vesta was in the kitchen wearing his old flannel shirt. kind of linework or printing. He came up behind her and his hands wound their way from “Hell, these could be anything. Doesn’t prove a thing.” her back around to her ample breasts. He gently held her as he nuzzled her neck, breathing hard. Vesta put the She threw the scraps back into the fireplace and stood, her spatula down and firmly grabbed his arms with her hands hands nervous and rubbing each other. The rest of the day while a smile played about her lips. was spent cleaning and convincing herself there was nothing “Hi, Ferrin Halsy,” she said in a half-whisper. She turned to worry about. around and Halsy looked her in the eyes. “It’s a good thing you’re beautiful,” he said, and kissed her hard. He hated his first name. She giggled. “Oh, now stop.” “No, I mean it. I’ve always thought so, from the first time you came in.” “You sure took your time telling me.” He began to rock them both slowly from side to side. “Well, you always had some guy hanging around and besides, I didn’t think I was your type.” “Just goes to show how wrong a man can be.” She stopped the dance and pushed his hands away. “I gotta finish this or it’ll burn. Go take a shower and we’ll get back to messing around after dinner.” 329 330 “Awww, you’re no fun at all.” Halsy stepped back a few feet He rubbed her back and sat up next to her. and watched her from behind, grinning. “I’m on your side, remember?” “Hell, if that were the case I’d be on my way to Illinois. Now, Vesta calmed but was still alert. get cleaned up, honey. You smell like beer.” “Well, what’d he want?” “Gee, I wonder why.” “He just wants to talk to you, is all. You mighta been the He began to undress and walked down the narrow hall into last person to see Spillman. He just wants to see if you know the turquoise bathroom. anything.” “Well, you shoulda told him I don’t. ’Cause I don’t. I ain’t After dinner they sat together on an old sofa beneath a large, seen him for a month or more.” black blanket that was tacked into the wall, a red Harley- “Yeah, I know that, but you’re gonna have to go in and tell Davidson logo dominating its surface. Halsy’s hair was damp him that. Thataway, if something comes up, at least they and his stocking feet rested on a plastic-laminated coffee can’t put the blame on you, see?” table. Vesta laid across his chest watching the ceiling. An “Whattya mean, if something comes up? Is he dead or issue of Mechanics Illustrated was on the floor beside the something?” couch and a bottle of beer sweated onto its cover. The room “They don’t know. But baby, if you were the last was empty otherwise. person to see him alive, it don’t look good. Especially with the way he treated you and all. Don’t ya see? You gotta go in “You and me better talk ’bout somethin’, sweetie.” and at least tell your side.” Halsy looked down at Vesta’s face. She gazed up at him with half-open eyes. Vesta began to cry. She didn’t relish the idea of getting close “Like what? You’re lookin’ pretty serious.” to the courthouse again. If the sheriff was looking for her, he “Well, the sheriff stopped by this afternoon.” might have more than Randy to ask about. Vesta sat up with a sudden movement. She stared at her lap, “Aw, heck, Vesta, don’t get all messed up.” her thoughts buzzed. “What’s that got to do Halsy put his arms around her. He took her chin and with me?” turned her face towards his. “Jeez, don’t get all jumpy, babe. Just relax, OK?” “I’m gonna go with you. I’ll be there the whole time. We can 331 332 go Sunday when I don’t have to be at work. OK?” “Well, I’ve been thinking about that. You ever hear of a deal? She nodded her head. If Halsy though it was OK, then she’d I mean, like a deal with the prosecutor?” do it. She felt something strong coming from him, “Yeah, I guess so.” something paternal and nurturing, much stronger than “If they start poking around that stuff, just don’t answer she’d felt from her own father. She looked into his eyes and anything about it until they start talking deal. Simple as gleaned strength from their steady gaze. He kissed her with that.” gentle passion, his mustache covering her lips. “What kind of deal?” “First off, no jail time. Second, nothing on your record. She drew back from him and took a deep breath. Thataway, the state can’t take Taylor.” “I’ve been with a lot of men, Ferr. You’re the first one that’s “You think they’d try to? I mean, for something like that?” ever really been good to me. You treat me nice, lots nicer “I wouldn’t put it past ’em.” than I ever been treated. I just don’t want you to think of Halsy spent his youth in foster homes and knew it didn’t me like that.” take much for the state to decide a home wasn’t fit. “Like what? I don’t think anything bad, that’s for sure.” “Look, I don’t think he’s gonna ask you about that anyway. “Well, like a criminal.” He don’t seem to know nothin’ ’bout it. Just wanted to know Halsy drew back and laughed. “Sweetie, I been with about Randy, is all.” criminals. Believe me, you ain’t nothin’ like that.” Vesta looked down again. “I don’t know what I’d do if Taylor Halsy remembered men from his months in jail, the girl in was taken from me. I’m dyin’ to see him, Ferr. I gotta go do his arms was an angelic comparison. that first thing in the morning.” “But... that whole thing at the courthouse. What if they “OK, you go see him tomorrow and then Sunday we’ll go to start asking about that?” town and talk to Ricky.” Vesta sat back and thought. Maybe it would all work out. She’d told him why she’d left that first night in his trailer. If she got past talking to the sheriff, maybe she could get He figured she was innocent. After all, a lawyer talked her Taylor and they could live with Halsy. into it and that would be the person who’d get the blame.

333 334 “Ferr, you like kids?” She went over and put her arms around her daughter. Her “Oh, baby. You know how much I’ve thought about that? I’d eyes teared up as she looked at her. do anything to help raise a family. The right way. Not like “I been so worried ’bout you.” my folks did it. I mean good meals and church and “Oh, so much has happened. I shoulda called you – I wasn’t everything, ya know? Give ’em a good start an’ all.” even that far away. It’s been like a dream, Mama. I met “You think you’d be OK with a kid here?” someone and he’s being so nice to me. You just “Are you asking me to marry ya?” He winked at Vesta. wouldn’t believe it.” She shook her head. “Oh God, no. I can’t do that. I just As Ruby listened her smile dropped into a flat line. wondered if you’d like Taylor. He’s a good boy. Especially “You’re right. I probably won’t. Vesta, you just got away considering what he’s had to go through onna counta me.” from one. A bad one. And he was nice to you at first too.” “The answer is yes to both. I’d love havin’ a instant family. She went back over and started rolling papers again. I think we’d get along real well.” “Who is it now?” He stretched his arms above his head and rubbed his feet Vesta picked up Taylor and kissed his forehead. The boy together. Vesta’s smile was hard to supress. She cocked her cooed and pulled at her hair with one hand. “His name is head at an angle and looked at Halsy with affection. Ferrin Halsy. He’s the bartender at Ronnie’s.” “Maybe we would at that.” Ruby shot her a look that would have curdled butter. Vesta leaned her head to one side and made a face. —— “I know, Mama, but before you say anything just hear me out. He’s a bartender, I know. But he’s also a really Taylor’s eyes lit up as soon as he saw his mother. She came wonderful man. He’s very sweet to me and... well, I don’t into the house with groceries and a box of diapers. It was want to tell ya too much.” She paused and grinned. Saturday morning and cartoons were on. Ruby put him in “He don’t have that problem Randy had.” front of the TV with his toys while she rolled newspapers on “Which one? That idiot had a lot of ‘em.” the couch. She spoke at Vesta when she came in. “In bed.” Vesta looked sheepish. “Well, look what the cat drug in. How’re you, honey?” “Well, halleluia, he can get it up!”

335 336 “Momma!” “Something came for ya from some lawyer’s office. I’m not Ruby’s voice became bitter. “Vesta, when’r you gonna learn? sure what it means, but you better call ’em.” More’n half the men in this county can get it up, girl. It “Who sent something?” ain’t something they hand out prizes for.” “Some place up in Indy. Law firm. I dunno. Lessee here, it “They ought to for him.” She giggled. says ‘Notice of Deposition’.” “Vesta! Lord. Well, what next? I suppose you’re gonna “Deposition? Let me see it.” move you and Taylor in with him.” Ruby brought the envelope over to Vesta. She put Taylor on “Well, he’s already said he wouldn’t mind and he loves kids, the floor beside her, opened the notice and read. Her heart Mama. He said he wants to raise a whole family. And do jumped then sank. They found out what she’d done. She it right.” remembered what Halsy had told her and started to think “Ya ask me, he better get snipped if he’s on bartender wages.” ahead. Her mother watched her as she sat down. “Mom!” “Vesta, you want to tell me what’s going on?” “Well one kid is enough for you right now and you ain’t even “No, Mama, not really... but I guess I better.” around for him most of the time.” She faced her mother on the couch and took a deep breath, “That ain’t fair. You know what I’ve been going through.” chewing on a hangnail while she talked. Vesta looked down at her lap again. “Actually, none of it was my idea. That Tanya Primor was the one that got me into it.” The room fell silent except for the sound effects from the “I knew it. That woman has a bad reputation. She’s got a animated show on TV. Ruby’s hands worked furiously at the lotta enemies ’round here.” papers, rolling them tight, holding them with one hand and “Well, I didn’t know that or I wouldna had nothin’ to do with putting a rubber band around the roll with the other. The her. Anyway, she wanted them court files. She kept pushin’ entire movement took less than three seconds before she me to get ’em. They’re not supposed to leave the records was on to the next one. She stopped suddenly and got up. room, but I figured for one night it wouldn’t hurt. She said As she walked by Vesta, she gave her a concerned look and she’d forget about what I owed her for helping me get away went over to the kitchen table. from Randy, but only if I helped. It was gonna be more than

337 338 four thousand dollars, Mama. I ain’t got that kind of money Primor’s fault. After that, they arent gonna give a hoot and neither do you.” She paused. “So I did it.” about you.” She leaned back on her seat with a despondent look. “And that’s what this is about. They must have seen something Vesta’s eyes began to blink fast. wrong or I didn’t put them back right or something, ’cause “Mama, you don’t know that for sure. There’s laws against the next time I was in Merna’s office, she gave me hell. I what I did! I could go to jail! Oh no, Mama...oh my God.” figured she knew what happened so I just left. Hell, I ain’t Vesta put her face in her hands and her shoulders began to cut out for being a clerk, anyway. That woman is too hard quake. Ruby sighed. to work for.” “That man in Indianapolis says you’re gonna be just fine. I Ruby watched her daughter, her jaws tightening. think you’re getting all worked up about nothin’. Like I said, “Well, I know a little about those files. They were Lurleen’s the minute you tell the truth about Tanya Primor, it’ll all be deeds. Tanya Primor did somethin’ to ’em and now they’re over. You gotta trust me about this.” trying to force Lurleen off of her land. That boy that bought Vesta lifted her head and stared at Taylor through teary from her, too. They’re both being sued. The notice is from eyes. She wiped them with the back of her hand. Her hair their lawyers. They want you to testify for their side. And I hung around her face in tangled wisps as she sniffed. think you should, too.” “I hope you’re right Mama, ’cause you’re gonna be baby sittin’ an awful long time if you’re not.” Vesta began to put things together in her mind. Ruby saw the realization creep over her face. She looked at her mother Taylor sat transfixed by the TV. It blared irritating with a puzzled expression. commercial noise announcing a new cereal targeted at kids. “Mama, how’d the lawyers in Indy find out about me?” An animated bird’s beak opened and rainbow-colored “They called down here and I talked to them. Vesta, honey, I nuggets fell from it into a bowl as two scrubbed child actors had to tell them what I knew.” Her speech quickened. “I was laughed with glee. worried about you, hon. I knew you was runnin’ from some- “You never know what you’re going to get with Fruity thin’ that weren’t your fault. You ain’t gonna get into any Crunch!” the bird cackled. trouble, you just have to tell them that it was Tanya 339 340 Chapter 41 Vesta beamed and opened her door to step down.

Halsy’s truck rumbled by the courthouse. Inside Vesta The makeshift lobby’s walls were plastered with notices, bad peered at the front entrance checking for any known faces. cartoons and state policies, all yellowed with age. There It was 10:14 a.m. on Sunday; the front steps were clear. were only two chairs and both were badly worn leftovers Halsy drove past the building to the sheriff’s office, turned from earlier times; square chrome with threadbare armrests off the engine and faced Vesta. and soiled apholstery. “Honey, you remember what we practiced right?” © 2004, Keith J. Hampton Vesta felt like a child being told what to do and spoke from Halsy approached Clydie’s desk which faced the area and rote. “Yeah. I’m not supposed to talk about anything but quietly asked if the Sheriff was in. Clydie stretched like a cat Randy. If he starts askin’ ’bout anything else, I’m ’sposta at the sight of him, putting her arms behind her head. tell him that I wanna see a lawyer first.” “Well, hi there, Halsy. Who’s watching the bar while “Right. Good girl. And remember, I’ll be right outside the you’re gone?” office waiting just a few feet away. OK?” Her tone was flirtacious and she cocked her head at an “Yeah, OK. I’m not looking forward to this.” angle as she brought her arms back down. Halsy’s eyebrows “You’ll be fine. It’ll only take a few minutes and then it will raised and the corners of his mouth drew down. all be over and we can leave.” “I’m sure the bar is fine. Is the Sheriff in or what?” He opened the truck door and shifted his weight to his left. Clydie looked past him and saw Vesta sitting down in one of Just then, Vesta reached over and grabbed his arm. the chairs. “Ferr?” “Ain’t that the Cahill girl? Seems like everyone’s lookin’ for He stopped and looked at her. her.” “I just want to thank you. I mean for all this. Bringing me “Yeah, right. That’s why we’re here. Can you just get the here and all. Well, everything.” sheriff?” Halsy’s smile was warm as put his hand on top of hers. Clydie’s face crimped and she pursed her lips. “Darlin’, the pleasure has been mine. You ain’t any more “OK, OK. Have a seat, grumpy. I’ll go find Ricky.” trouble than I can handle.” 341 342 She got up from behind the desk and stuck her head in the some questions ahead of time and pulled them out when he sheriff’s doorway. A few seconds later, Ricky came out with returned. Keeping his manner friendly, he began. a pad of paper in his hand and went over to the waiting area. “I just want to ask you about the last few days you were still “Thanks, Halsy. I’ll need to see her alone.” with Randy. OK?” Halsy nodded. The sheriff approached Vesta. “Yeah, OK. I ain’t seen him in a while, though.” “Hey, Vesta, you wanna come this way?” “Well, nobody has and that’s why I wanted to talk to you.” He sat down across from her and brought the legal pad in She stood up and he led her back through a short hallway front of him while he extracted a pen from his uniform pocket. to a small room with a door. Inside, three walls were “Now, when was the last time you saw Randy?” painted a dull blue, the third was covered in black sound- “Well, it was right at the end of September. I remember absorbing cloth. A table and two oak library chairs were the ’cause I just moved into the shelter that week.” only furniture in the room. He held a chair out for Vesta. “So, Randy knew where you were, I mean, he knew where to “Have a seat, hon.” find you at the shelter?” “Thanks,” she said in a barely audible whisper. “Yeah. I don’t know how, onna counta nobody’s ’sposed to She sat down and scooted the chair in while she cleared her know where it is, but he found out somehow.” throat several times in succession and looked at the sheriff “OK. Do you know what day that was?” with hesitation. “I’m not sure. It mighta been a Monday, but I don’t know.” “I’m a little nervous.” “That’s OK. What did he say to you?” “That’s OK, everybody’s nervous in this room. Be right back.” Thinking back to Randy’s attack, Vesta’s hand began to tremble and she brought it close. The sheriff closed the door and went across the hall to a “He didn’t say anything I can remember. He was kinda small room. An equipment cart sat against the wall and a rough with me.” TV monitor showed a black and white top-view of Vesta sit- The sheriff looked up at her face. ting alone in the interrogation room. Satisfied the VCR was “Rough with you? Whattya mean?” recording, he came back across the hall. A plastic pitcher of Vesta folded her arms tight against her chest. water and a glass were at one end of the table. He’d written “Well, I mean he damn near drowned me. I was in the kid’s 343 344 pool in the back yard. He pushed me under.” “Was there anybody that came around that you didn’t know? Any kind of phone calls at the house like that?” The sheriff realized she was beginning to get upset. He “Hmm. Well, no. I mean, we never had no one over, ’cept my reached over, poured a glass of water and slid it across to mom when she’d drop off Taylor.” her. She brought the glass closer and held it with her hand “So, you never saw anyone at the house, never had any on the table without drinking from it. phone calls from anyone you didn’t know?” “I know this is hard, Vesta, but I need to know what “No, Randy don’t have many friends. You know that, Ricky. happened. Did he hurt you?” You’re the only buddy that he hung around with.” “Well, no, not really. I mean, my neck was kinda bruised “Yeah, right.” the next day, but that’s all. I think he was just trying to scare The sheriff looked at Vesta and then looked down. me.” “I’m going to ask you to do me a favor.” She took a drink from the glass. “Mrs. Simpson came out “Sure, OK.” before he could do much more.” “I need you to write down just what happened the last time “She’s the shelter’s manager, right?” you saw him on this form and then sign it at the bottom. “Yeah. She’s awful nice. She watched Taylor for me lots.” Then you can leave and we don’t gotta talk about this no “OK. What about before that? Did you have any contact more. OK?” with Randy after you moved out?” He stood up and brought the pen and a form around to her. “No. I mean, my lawyer told me not to and we did that “Yeah, sure, Ricky. It ain’t much though. I mean, he wasn’t restrainin’ order thing, too.” there longer than a minute.” “Yeah, I know about that. I brought that out to Randy.” “That’s OK, write it down, just like it happened and put your The sheriff paused a bit and remembered what Halsy had name at the bottom where it says to.” told him. Vesta pulled her hair back behind one ear and scanned the “Vesta, do you know if Randy was involved in any kind of paper. “OK, I hope you can read my writing.” drug deals or secret stuff?” The sheriff chuckled. She thought for a second. “No... I mean... he just stayed at “I’m sure we seen worse. I’ll be back in a minute.” home or went to Ronny’s. Drove his route and all.” 345 346 He walked out of the cramped room and shut the door. At disappearance. Even you. I’m just doing my job.” the front of the office, Clydie had her feet on the edge of the “Yeah, I know. Believe me, Ricky, I’d like to tear him up desk with her legs drawn up. She was chatting up Halsy, good, but so far no luck.” asking about anyone and everyone who came into the bar. “Funny, you don’t seem like the type that’d do a thing like When she saw the sheriff, she slid her feet down and that.” He looked at Halsy with a wry smirk. “Let’s go back stopped talking. She peered at the sheriff with her eyes too inside. I think Vesta’s probably ready to get out of here.” wide open. “Everything OK, Sheriff?” Halsy flicked his cigarette out to the parking lot and realized “Yeah, fine.” He turned and spoke at Halsy. “Got a minute?” too late what he had done. When he faced the sheriff, he “Sure!” Halsy was eager to get away from Clydie and quickly was already shaking his head with disapproval. walked outside. “Ever hear of an ashtray?” They stood on the front stoop of the station overlooking the He was pointing at a small bucket filled with sand beside hillside and the south side of the courthouse. Halsy lit a the door. Halsy grinned and sheepishly opened the door for cigarette and held it between his lips with his hands thrust the sheriff. in his jeans pockets. “Sorry, man.” “Halsy, you got any knowledge about Randy trying to hurt Vesta at the shelter?” Vesta was sitting in the lobby. She and Clydie glanced at “No! When’d that bastard do that?” each other with mutual disdain. The transistor radio was Halsy was genuinely surprised and the sheriff instantly had the only sound in the front office. Clydie spoke up. his answer. “Here’s her statement, Sheriff, signed and delivered.” “That’s all I need to know. It mighta looked like you had Clydie’s tone was matter-of-fact, her eyes half open. something to do with this if you knew. I had to ask, is all.” The sheriff took the pad from Clydie and faced Vesta as “Sure, Ricky. I get it. She tells me about it and I go and she stood. punch his lights out for good.” “Thanks again, Vesta, for coming in. Take care now, OK?” “Well, you have to see things from my point of view. Anyone Halsy grabbed Vesta’s hand and brought her close. involved with Randy might be a potential suspect in his “Let me know if you need anything, Ricky. She’ll be at my 347 348 place for a while, I ’spect.” He smiled and gave the sheriff Chapter 42 a wink. “Yeah, right. I’ll find you if I need to.” The technician in forensics held the piece of paper up to the light in a pair of tweezers. His hands were in rubber gloves Vesta stayed silent as they walked out together, behind them and they reflected the lamp’s intensity as he turned the Clydie watched, jealous of them both. She began to mutter paper over to examine it. out loud. “Yeah, it’s parchment. I’ll have to get a scrap from the actual “He must like big girls. No wonder I don’t stand a chance.” plat books to compare them, though.” Ricky rolled his eyes at the comment as he went into his Detective Carson nodded his head. “That should be easy office and closed the door. enough, I’ll go across the street and get a piece.” “That woman is hopeless,” he said with mild disgust. The detective stood and watched intently as the lab He took Vesta’s statement stuck it into a file folder and technician cut a small sliver of the white paper, dipped it in began writing his synopsis of the session. a solution, stuck it onto a slide and took a clear slide cover and tamped it into place. After putting the slide under a microscope that sat nearby, he sat still for a moment, sighed and looked up at Carson with weary expression. “The sooner the better; I’ve got a couple other cases that need processed today.” Carson looked at him and back at the microscope. Then the urgency dawned on him. “Oh! I get it, sorry. I’ll go right now. Back in a minute.” He left the lab tech alone and went through the double doors that led to the front of the police station. The lab tech shook his head. “New guys. Always wanna watch everything.”

349 350 ____ Though she had a soft spot in her heart for Vesta, Merna couldn’t help but feel a tinge of guilty excitement as they Carson returned a few minutes later with an envelope. He watched odd black-and-white views of her entering the handed it to the lab tech with pride. records room and removing files. In the next clip Vesta “That should be enough to get some good results.” looked around before bringing out the plat books. She The lab tech took the envelope and opened it. An entire removed a few pages and put them into a large envelope. The sheet of the paper was inside. He laughed. time stamp on the tape was 7:15, long after the “I just needed a scrap, not the Declaration of Independence.” courthouse was empty. The security company had spliced “Well, those gals over there, they don’t know any better. They together another clip and they watched as she put files back gave me the last empty page in one of the books.” into the same file drawer and re-inserted the plat book pages “This is plenty. Give me about an hour and I should be able before returning them to the cabinet. The time stamp was to tell you if they are an exact match.” the next day at noon. Merna Stalbert’s jaw dropped and she The detective looked disappointed. held her hand to her neck as she walked out, shaking her “Oh. OK... I guess I’ll get out of your way then.” head. © 2004, Keith J. Hampton “Don’t worry, the lab runs just fine without you watching.” The tech gave him a sly look and went back to his work as The judge ejected the tape, put it in a box with the others the detective walked out of the lab. and handed them to the detective. It corroborated the complaint filed by attorney Redson and would mean an ____ arrest warrant would have to be filed for Vesta Cahill. The evidence on the tape was clear: she’d commited a felony On Monday morning of the following week, the video when she removed the plat book pages from the courthouse. surveillance tapes arrived from NSD and Merna Stalbert They still needed evidence that could link Tanya Primor to delivered them to the judge. Judge Denbo had her call Red Vesta Cahill’s crime and that was not long in coming. Silmers and within a few minutes all three were watching the tapes in the judge’s chambers along with Carson. Red Silmer was back home in his kitchen fixing a late lunch when his office phone rang. He wiped his hands on a towel 351 352 and made his way down the hall to the front of his house. Winter comes to the ridge with a sudden drop in temperature “OK, OK, I’m coming...” during a late December night. A pale blue half-moon rolls He put the towel down and answered the phone while he across the Milky Way, it’s stars dashed in horizontal washes, rubbed his forehead. seen sharply for lack of light pollution. “This is Red... yeah?” He paused and looked up at the clock. It was 4:30 PM. A doe makes her way to the open ridgetop, browsing on tips “OK, if it’s a positive match, that’s enough for the judge to of sumac branches as she travels. She waits until nightfall to sign a search warrant. I’ll be over there in a few minutes.” move and carefully tests the wind. Her day was spent sleeping in grass under low-slung cedar branches, a The prosecutor pulled into the police station a while later strategic cover. Her color blends with grasses and her ears and walked into the detectives’ office. Carson showed him aim at distant shots or barking dogs while she dozes. the evidence comparison from the Primor residence and Red took the report and an affidavit from him. He walked across She reaches the field’s middle and other deer join her, the street to the judge’s office. They rushed the warrant grazing throughout the night. At dawn, a hem of cloud draws process through a harried Merna Stalbert and got the eastward and the wind picks up. As the day grows lighter, judge’s signature. Within the hour, Detective Carson – along the wind calms and light snow begins to fall. It has been with two uniformed policemen and the lab tech – were on years since the last snowfall in the region and the rare their way to French Lick. occurance excites the deer. They shake their backs and jump occasionally to free themselves of it. Normally hidden at this hour, they use heavy snow as cover and stay in the open to feed, pawing the ground, alert for danger.

The snow becomes wet and heavy toward afternoon. Having matured without enduring the seasonal weight, cedars and pines bend, their needles holding more than leafless trees.

353 354 The back edge of the storm-front pushes in and the wind Chapter 43 quickly builds into strong gusts. The technician and the detective stood at Tanya Primor’s The deer sense something odd and begin to bound away in doorway with two officers standing behind them. Detective all directions through the deepening snow. Large popping Carson held the search warrant and knocked as they all noises bristle across the area and two immense branches waited. from an elder white pine plummet to the ground. Like a fatal signal has been given, other trees follow suit. Cedars, heavy Tanya opened the door in her bathrobe, her hair loosely with white, lean and then fall, exposing mudclad roots. done up on top of her head. When she saw the detective and the police behind him her face froze. She recovered In a grove of red pines, the outer members begin to topple, quickly and tried to feign indifference. shallow roots unable to withstand both the force of snow and “Well, if it isn’t Mr. Mumbles. What brings you over here at wind. Like dominos, they strike their neighbors and soon this hour?” entire swaths of pines lean heavily, picking up speed as they “Ma’am, we’ve got a search warrant. Please let us in.” fall. In the distance, snaps and pops of fractured limbs are It took a few seconds to register in her mind. heard. The snowstorm becomes a drunken gardener pruning “A search warrant? For what?” Her outrage showed in her only weak branches. mottled neck and cleavage. “It’s all written down here. You’re an attorney, I’m sure you Night falls, the noise lessens and the snow begins to melt. In can figure it out. Meanwhile you need to let us do our dusk’s light the devastation is seen. Cedars and oaks search and stand to the side.” downed, branches litter the ground, blocks of pines uprooted, He moved closer, handing her the warrant. His towering size covered in slushy white. Nature has changed the landscape caused Tanya to back away from the door. He motioned for again. The surrounding woods are silent, as if in awe. the officers and the evidence tech to follow him in while Tanya stood by the door quickly scanning the warrent. “Come on, gentlemen, let’s get this over with.”

355 356 As expected, Tanya wasn’t pleased to see them going Handcuffed, Tanya’s rights were read to her as she was put through her belongings. No one is cheery while a search of in the back of a police car while the search continued. An their home is being conducted, but Tanya’s protestations hour later they drove back toward English with the evidence became nearly physical. She followed the men around and and Tanya in tow. tried to block areas with her body. A uniformed officer finally led her to the kitchen and kept a pair of handfuffs in The attorney wasn’t quiet during her processing and full view as the search continued unabated. threatened everyone from the desk sergeant down to the night cleaning man. She’d made one phone call to a fellow Detective Carson concentrated his search in Tanya’s office, attorney who practiced in Jasper. Red was surprised going through her checkbook and deposit records. From anyone would aid her, but remembered lawyers love a good what he could tell, there had been two large deposits and story. Tanya’s arrest would be top news in the region for then withdrawals from her account. A brief scan of her weeks. Any lawyer who got the story first hand would be books showed no billings to match. The discrepency was able to disperse juicy tidbits – off the record, of course. troubling. The detective took her accounting system, check register and bank statements and bagged them. The prosecutor and the detective decided to let her cool off in a cell overnight before interrogating her. Once a suspect Meanwhile, the evidence tech looked for evidence in the spends the night in a cell, they’re fairly eager to leave, even basement. He saw drafting tools; ink and mechanical if it means sitting through interrogation. Certain she’d want drawing pens on her drawing table. He also found a few an attorney present, they knew she wouldn’t say anything small circles of parchment on the floor of the basement and incriminating without a deal being offered first. when he checked Tanya’s hole punch, the collection tray was filled with more of the same. Upstairs, more scraps of Red Silmer was ready. He knew Tanya would not have any actual plat book pages were found in the fireplace, one with logical reason to forge or tamper with court files. He hoped the corner of a map originally drawn by the county drafts- she’d plead out. The individuals who hired Tanya were his men at the courthouse. It was enough evidence to warrant primary targets and he had a strong suspicion who they her arrest. were. He only needed to link them to her crime. 358 357 —— After a moment of self-pity, she began to think of Vesta. She had sidelined it in her mind in the past but now felt Tanya sat in the holding cell at the back of the sheriff’s bad about winning the abused girl’s trust and then station, the one that normally held drunk and disorderlies blackmailing her into a mess. She realized she’d be or teenagers caught stealing. She’d seen the cell before, but disbarred, but saw no reason why Vesta should pay for usually from the other side. Her mood had gone through her own greed. several phases; shock at her arrest to anger at herself and finally despondency at the situation. Tanya sat pondering her fate and that of Vesta when she heard someone coming her way. It was the guard with her She’d lost the game. They knew practically everything. The attorney friend, Lonnie Baylor. The guard opened the door detective already tipped his hat by telling her once they had and let him in. He was a slight, balding man in his 50s. He Vesta they’d play the two women against each other. Tanya looked at Tanya with his lips drawn in a tight smile. No one figured the younger woman would probably tell the whole spoke. The guard cleared his throat and nodded to the man. story if faced with any jail time. “I’ll check back in twenty.” The man thanked him and the two attorneys sat on the It would be best to come forward with evidence about the metal bench in the cell. deal to help convict Mason Wilcotte. It might lessen her sentence. The lawyer from Jasper would represent her at Tanya looked over at him with resignation on her tear- her arraignment. If I can talk to the prosecutor before then streaked face. “Thanks, Lonnie. I knew you’d come through and arrange a deal, I might end up with only a fine, she for me.” thought. God, how’d I ever end up like this? She bowed He looked back with pity in his eyes. “Tanya, I’m not sure her head and let herself cry, her thoughts spanning back what you’ve been up to, but let’s start at the beginning. through time, always the outcast, always heading lower Your arraignment isn’t until Wednesday, so we have a little instead of higher. bit of time to figure something out.” Tanya nodded her head. “I only want one thing to happen, Lonnie. I’ve gotten a client of mine into a lot of trouble for 359 360 nothing, so whatever I can do to help her, I want to do it. I Tanya stood and faced him. She was not one for hugging, don’t care about myself. I basically made a big mistake.” but the man had come all the way from Jasper, after busi- “Tanya, I’m representing you, not her, whoever she is. Like ness hours and was trying to help her out. She reached out I said, let’s start at the beginning and see where we end up.” her arms and he came forward, allowing her to hug him briefly, his small frame nearly engulfed in her ample flesh. Tanya related the entire situation to her attorney. When “Wow,” she thought, “first I’m trying help Vesta get out of she was finished, the man stood up and looked down the this and now I’m hugging someone.” Somewhere deep hall. inside, her heart began to lighten. “That’s some story. I can almost see why you took the bait.” He then faced her. ____ “Tanya, I’m not going to blow smoke up your ass. You realize, of course, you’re not going to be practicing law when The next morning, Tanya and her attorney were seated in this is over. First comes the trial. Then you have to face an the interrogation room. She had been allowed to change inquiry from the bar and disbarment. There’s not much her clothing and wore a dark blue sweatshirt and a pair of wiggle room. I think if you turn evidence over about this jeans. She was uncomfortable being seen without makeup Wilcotte guy, you might possibly get out of this with a fine but knew there was nothing she could do about it until after and no time served. Let me talk to the prosecutor’s office her arraignment and bail. The door opened and Silmer and and see if we can arrange a meeting for tommorow.” Detective Carson came in. Tanya face was emotionless as she spoke. “My thinking exactly. I want this to be over with as soon as possible.” “Tanya, I trust you’ve had some rest.” Silmer’s tone was not Then she shook her head in misery. “For God’s sake, look without a hint of amusement. It was not lost on the woman. at me, Lonnie, I’m in my bathrobe! Can you at least get to “Yes, Red, rested quite comfortably. It’s amazing what a my place before then and get some clothing for me? The steel bed can do for your back, you should try it sometime.” desk sergeant has my keys.” Red nodded and continued. “Sure, no problem. I can bring them by later tonight.” “You’re looking bright-eyed and bushy tailed, so I guess that means you’re ready to plead this out.” 361 362 Her attorney spoke up. Lonnie smiled tightly. “Ms. Primor is willing to give you any information you want “OK, gentlemen, sounds like we have an agreement.” on the people she was working for concerning the court He turned to face Tanya. “Go ahead.” documents. But we’d like to see what you’re offering first.” Silmer looked at Carson and smiled. The three men listened as Tanya recounted what had “Well, that’s good news. How does six months and a happened. It only took ten minutes to outline the plan and two-thousand dollar fine sound?” tell them about Mason Wilcotte. Detective Carson took notes Tanya’s eyes met Lonnie Baylor’s and she shook her head. and the prosecutor questioned Tanya extensively about “I’m afraid that’s not quite what we had in mind. What if Wilcotte. Toward the end she began to plead with Silmer she pays a higher fine, does a year’s probation, with no time regarding Vesta’s innocence. served? Otherwise, you can try to figure out this thing with “Please understand, Red, it wasn’t her fault, I took complete out much information and we’ll see what the judge has in advantage of her. You can even call it blackmail if you mind instead.” want, I don’t care. But I want you to know one thing. Baylor stared at Silmer without blinking, his round glasses That girl would have had no motive to give me those perched upon his nose. documents from the courthouse. It was entirely my doing. Carson snorted. “It’s only a matter of time until we have She shouldn’t have to pay for my mistakes.” what we need anyway.” Red Silmer scratched the back of his head. Silmer held up his hand to silence the detective. “We’ll take that into consideration. There’s already a “OK, OK. How about 2 years probation, 6 months public warrant out for her arrest. The security videos show her service and the fine. That way the lady doesnt have to sit in taking the files out of the records room. I’ll make sure the jail but we can still keep an eye on her for a while.” Silmer judge is informed that she only broke the law because of looked at Tanya. “Does that sound like something you can your coercion.” live with?” He stood and went toward the door. Tanya smirked. “I won’t press for anything harsh on her. But Miss Cahill “Sure.” She nodded at Lonnie. “I’ll take what they’re offer- has to come forward and corroborate your story. If there’s ing. Let’s get this over with.” anything different in her version, the deal is off. Is that 363 364 understood?” Chapter 44 He looked at Tanya’s attorney and Lonnie nodded. “Perfectly. There should be no problem.” Lonnie looked at Thirteen miles from the small town of Johnson, a boy and his client. “Tanya, are we set?” his father made their way through melting snow along an old Tanya exhaled heavily. fencerow, stopping now and then to look at rabbit tracks or “Yeah. We’re set.” She looked up at the prosecutor. “Red, patches of lichen on tree trunks as they made their way thanks. I appreciate your leniency.” toward the river. It was a Saturday and the boy had been “No problem, Tanya. It’s not you we want, anyway.” asking to go on a hike for weeks. The weather had warmed He glanced over at Carson and the two men left the room. enough to spark something in his father and he decided the weekend chores could wait. They put on boots and jackets “Well, what now?” Tanya stood up. A deputy entered the and ventured out for a walk. room to take her back to her cell. “You’ll appear at the arraignment tommorow and we’ll offer our The two had been slogging along for roughly an hour and plea. You should be able to go back home after that. Be were headed down a gravel lane to the corner of a large prepared to pay a fairly steep fine.” cornfield a few yards from the bank. The boy noticed something odd lying next to the cornerpost and ran ahead Tanya looked down. All the money she had earned was going to to investigate. His father watched as the boy quickly came be taken by the court. She had her savings and nothing else. up short, turned and looked at his father with an odd She would not be able to practice law for two years and what she expression. The 10-year-old clutched at his stomach and ran would do in the meantime was still up in the air. The deputy a few steps away. He suddenly bent over and lost his break- beckoned for her and she said goodbye to her attorney. Tanya fast. His father’s eyes widened and he bolted toward his son, Primor was at square one again, not sure of where she’d go next. dropping the walking stick he’d been carrying.

He approached his son and held out his hands toward him. “Patrick, what’s the matter? What is it?” The boy was heaving, leaning on his knee with one hand and 365 366 pointing at a heap near the cornerpost. arms around him. Both quickly backtracked a silent, “Oh God... he’s dead, Dad, his teeth... oh God...” emotional trail home. The boy clenched his eyes and heaved again but nothing came up save a string of spittle that slid from his open —— mouth and trailed in the wind. Confused, his father looked in the direction his son pointed. He saw a dark mound with Thirty-six minutes later, a Gibson County sheriff’s car pulled some sort of clothing on it. into the gravel driveway next to the field. The sheriff opened “You wait here, son. Don’t move.” the door and got out. He made his way to the body and carefully looked it over, holding a handkechief over his He strode toward the dark mass and quickly discerned the mouth. Damn, he thought, a 1079. Third one in Gibson outline of a body. As he slowly approached, necrotic details County this year. He got back into the patrol car and came into focus. reported the body to his dispatcher, got out and leaned against the car, smoking, while he waited for the detective A grey trenchcoat covered most of the mass. The arms were to arrive. bound behind it. Twine cut into the purpled flesh and the head was twisted awkwardly on the downward slope of the At 2:30, a Gibson County detective pulled up, accompanied bank. The sunken eyes were dry and vacant. The hair was by an evidence technician. The county coroner’s station matted against a cheese-colored forehead, the soft parts of wagon trailed behind them. The evidence tech began the face had already decomposed and been partially eaten taking pictures of the scene using a digital camera. The by carrion-eating animals, revealing the teeth in a sickly detective measured from the body to the bank and the grimace, a death’s-head smiling at the opposite bank. corner fencepost using a large tape measure. He rolled the tape back in, marked down some notes on a pad and walked The man drew back in an uncontrollable retch; his eyes over to the coroner and his assistant. became teary and his vision blurred. He turned and looked “It looks like a body-dump, but we’re going to have to do a at his son who was now watching him with his hands up to grid-search to make sure. You can take a look now if you his face. He made his way back to the boy and put his want. We’ve got all the pictures we need at this point.” 367 368 The coroner approached the body and began to examine it. The detective handed the wallet to the evidence tech. A few minutes later, the coroner and his assistant went to “Put this with the rest and start checking the surrounding the rear of the car and pulled out a stretcher. They brought area for shell casings or anything else interesting. We’re it over to the body and began the grisly process of putting gonna need to call in a few more guys to start the the rigid remains into a body bag that was on the chrome grid-search.” handled transport. He went over to where the sheriff and the man who’d found Before the bag was zipped shut, the coroner bent over the the body were standing. After introducing himself he corpse and gingerly lifted one jacket lapel, extracting a wal- started asking the man direct questions. “You see anyone let. The other men stood a distance away, watching and coming back this way lately? Within, say, the last two smoking cigarettes. He brought the wallet back over to the weeks?” detective in a bag and handed it to him, his face grim. The man looked down to avoid looking in the direction of the “Here’s his ID. He’s wearing pretty nice duds. That’s an men rolling the body to the black station wagon. Armani suit. Probably cost twelve hundred dollars. It’s no “Like I told him, I work nights. My boy stays with his good to anyone now.” grandma at night and I don’t get home till around seven in The detective put on a pair of gloves, opened the wallet and the mornin’. If somebody came out here, I would’na seen took out a driver’s license. ’em.” He looked back up at the sheriff. “I’d really like to get “Mason Wilcotte. Evansville. Hey, this guy’s an attorney.” back to my son. This’s got him shook up pretty bad.” He looked at the evidence tech and raised his eyebrows. The sheriff’s tone was soft in comparison. “Yeah, sure. You The tech grinned and sounded cynical. “Hmm, a bit far from go back. If we have any more questions, we’ll call you. the courthouse, Larry.” Thanks again.” “Yeah. A bit.” He spoke at the coroner. “Cause The man gave an unfriendly glance at the detective and of death?” walked back to the farmhouse with large strides, his hands “If I had to guess I’d say the victim was shot. There’s two in his pockets. entry wounds in the chest. Also a blunt force trauma to the back of the head. I need to figure out which happened first.” 369 370 The detective put his cigarette in his mouth and began “I’m sorry sir... Mason Wilcotte... has, uh, passed away.” taking his rubber gloves off. She spoke with hesitation. “Poor bastard. How’d a rich attorney end up like this?” “Oh my, well, I’m sorry to hear that.” Red wasn’t sure what Anxious to call in help, the sheriff began to walk to his to say next. He cleared his throat. patrol car. He turned, walking backwards with his hands “Sir, is there someone else at the firm you’d like to speak with?” held out, smiling as he spoke. “Well, yes, perhaps one of the other partners?” “Guess he didn’t win the case.” “I’ll put you in touch with Pam Myer. She’s handling Mr. Wilcotte’s cases now. Hold for a moment.” More police and EMT vehicles began to arrive. Within a few minutes the group of men were lined up for a grid search. Red tried to quickly formulate questions that might lead to They walked over the wet snow with deliberation, spaced anything telling about Wilcotte’s death. Wilcotte’s the only a foot apart, each looking for evidence of foul play. They link to the larger power behind this court document thing, would find none. he thought. We’re dead in the water without him.

——— A different woman got on the line. “This is Pamela Myer. Can I help you?” Red Silmer sat at his desk in the old farmhouse. He had an “Hello Ms. Myer. I’m Red Silmer, Crawford County Evansville attorney directory in his lap and was talking out prosecutor. I understand you’ve lost a member of your firm.” loud to himself. A pause and then, “Yes, we have. Mason was a good attor- “Wilbers, Wilberton, Wilcamp... ahh, Wilcotte. Gotcha.” ney and a friend of mine... I still can’t believe this has hap- He kept his finger under the number while he picked up the pened.” phone with his other hand. He waited a few seconds as the “I understand. I realize this is probably the worst time to his call rang in. A woman answered. ask, but can you tell me anything about his death?” “Wilcotte, Johnson and Myer.” Her voice sounded phlegmy. “Well, yes. I can, I guess. I’m still trying to figure out why “Hi, uh, this is Red Silmer. I’m the Crawford County someone would do something like that to him.” prosecutor. I need to speak to Mason Wilcotte.” “What exactly happened?” 371 372 “It’s awful, really. Just awful. Just a minute.” glad he didnt have a wife and kids.” She paused and Red could hear her blowing her nose. She “Yes, that’s probably best. Well, Ms. Myer, I appreciate your sighed and began again. time. I guess if I have any more questions I can call over to “His body was found near the river, a county north of here. the police in Gibson County. Thanks again.” The police are still trying to figure out what happened. It looks like a kidnapping gone wrong or something similar. Red hung up the phone and sat back in his chair. Primor We still don’t have any answers, unfortunately. God, poor had led to Wilcotte and he knew Wilcotte could have led to Mason.” someone else. Whoever put the plan together knew what they “Sounds terrible. I’m sorry to hear his end was so tragic.” He were doing. The chain of attorneys were carefully selected, hesitated but decided to dig further. “Do you know if he each of them seperated by fifty miles or more. Primor had no involved in any cases that included mob members or idea who Wilcotte was working for. He surmised that Wilcotte something of that nature?” probably didn’t know who his contact worked for either. It “Oh, no. There’s no way. Mason handled real estate law, was a pretty clever chain, designed to keep the law from holdings, investments – that kind of thing. The closest he working backwards if a link was removed. With Wilcotte gone would have gotten to something like you’re talking about the chain might be hard – if not impossible – to trace. would have been a few years back. He was working on a case for a liquor store chain owner, but that was over and done with a long time ago.” “Was that mob family business?” “Well, we had our suspicions, but it really didn’t involve anything other than adding a new family member onto the deed. To be honest, he was just a quiet guy and came in and did his work.” She paused again. “The police wondered the same thing but there’s really nothing to tell. It’s all just so horrible. I’m so

373 374 Chapter 45 His tone was apologetic but firm. “Yeah? Like what?” Her voice held no hope. She leaned on The phone cord hung limp in her hands. She stretched out the back of her hand. the line, reworking the coils, trying to make sense of the “Well, for one thing, like maybe planning our honeymoon or entanglement. Vesta made the best of her idle distraction in somethin’.” Halsy’s eyes sparkled as he watched for her place of calling Indianapolis. The lawyer’s subpeona had reaction. shaken her and thoughts of running away from the entire “Honeymoon?” She brightened somewhat. “Are you sayin’ situation kept leaking into her mind; new delusions tempting what I think?” her with escape. She marred the inside of one coil with a “Dammit, girl, you’re gonna make me say it right out aren’t thumbnail, the soft plastic gave way to her gouges. I knew ya?” He grinned, his face reddening. I shouldn’t have taken those maps out. That lawyer “Well, I ain’t never heard it before, you might as well be pushed me into it, she thought as she recalled Tanya’s the first.” manipulation. Hell, she practically blackmailed me into it. Halsy hesitated. “No, I’m gonna wait until the time is right. She looked up at the clock. It was 9:45. She wondered if You get busy dialing that phone and I’ll go back outside. attorneys in the city were at work yet. Come get me when you got travelin’ plans.” He was smiling as he left the room. Halsy stepped into the front room and saw her curled up on the end of the couch. His face held a questioning expression Vesta heard the trailer door close and his footsteps on the but realizing it was the fourth time he’d checked on her he stairs. She drew a deep breath and made herself pick up the suddenly felt uncomfortable and looked away. She shot him phone. She looked at the number and dialed it. Someone a hard glance and then cast her eyes down. answered and she quickly spoke. “No, I ain’t done it yet.” “Can I speak to Eric Redson?... Yes, Vesta Cahill.” “I didn’t say nothin’, hon.” She waited on hold. One knee bounced up and down rapidly “You didn’t have to. I can read you loud and clear.” as she held a fingernail in her teeth. A few seconds later, “Well, hell, Vesta, the sooner you call the sooner we can get someone picked up the other end and she heard a man’s this over with and start thinking about other stuff.” deep voice. 375 376 “Yes, Mr. Redson, this is Vesta Cahill... I’m fine, thanks. “Ferr, honey, whatcha doin’?” Well, yes. Uh, I was thinking later today if that’s OK with He got up from his haunches and took a rag from his back you. Yeah, I think I can make it by 3:00. Uh huh. My pocket and began wiping his hands. He squinted at her boyfriend is going to drive me up... Well, I been to the city while he rubbed the grease off. market once so I can get there, but after that I need help.” “Waiting to see if you want me to take you north or not.” She picked up a pen and began writing. “Uh huh, yeah, She giggled, watching the ground, giving him the answer. Pennsylvania Street. OK. One-forty-three, OK, got it. “Looks like I need a ride. When’s the last time you was there?” Sixteenth floor. OK, we’ll be up this afternoon... Mm, bye.” She pulled some hair down and twirled it in one hand, still swaying back and forth. She hung the phone up. Her forefinger found it’s way to her “It’s been a while. Where’s the place at?” mouth again and she chewed nervously on the nail. She “Downtown. Somewhere on Pennsylvania. We gotta be there tilted her head up at the blank acoustic tile ceiling as if by 1:30.” there were words of advice written there, waiting for her. “Shit. That pretty much cancels out taking the bike. I’ll have to put this under a tarp and finish later. You wanna stay Vesta lived her life as a victim, letting it push her about and afterwards or come back?” control her destiny. When she left her mother’s house to “Well. I dunno. I guess we could stay. It might be nice to get travel, she felt like she had taken a step toward control. away for a while. Overnight, anyways. Can you afford it?” Giving her deposition and testifying against Tanya could be She smiled again, wondering what it would be like to be with the next step and if Halsy asked her to marry him it might him in a hotel, in a distant city. be another. She felt he was the first man that wanted her for “Don’t worry about that part, darlin’. I guess I better get more than a housemaid with fringe benefits. Halsy was cleaned up and packed. We only can stay a night as it is. I different. She wanted to immerse herself in the new feelings. gotta work the bar on Tuesday.” She got up from the couch and walked outside. Standing She stood there, hesitating, searching his face while he put on the top step, she saw him at the side of the trailer, work- a tarp on the motorcycle and put away his tools. She waited ing on his motorcycle. She meandered over, turning from for a moment but realized he would probably not propose side to side, a fingernail still in her mouth. today. She made peace with the outcome. 377 378 In a conference room down the hall, Vesta’s nerves were —- on edge. She sat at a long maple table in front of a microphone with three attorneys on the other side and a Halsy sat on the edge of the black and gold sofa in the lobby female court-appointed recorder on one end. Eric Redson of Neihauer, Redson and Dancy. Clearly uncomfortable in wore a sleek black suit, his size and demeanor intimidating the plush surroundings, his body language showed he even when he was silent and seated. He had already couldn’t wait to leave. The receptionist had offered him informed her that her statement would be forwarded to refreshment twice and he politely refused both offers. the prosecutor in English and it would be taken into Vesta had been taken into the back of the offices to give consideration when the proper time came. He tried to her deposition ten minutes earlier. calm the girl’s nerves and asked her polite questions as they made their way to the conference table. He continued When they arrived, both of them felt like they were entering making small talk while the recorder made last-minute a palace. Neither had seen the opulence attorneys’ fees adjustments to her equipment. She signaled she was ready. could purchase and Vesta felt completely under-dressed in a gauze purple top and black jeans. She was greeted by a “OK, Vesta, we’re going to begin. Please state your full name woman in business attire who appeared bulemic compared and the date for the record, alright?” to herself and they both walked down the hall leaving Halsy Vesta leaned up into the microphone and began to talk. behind in the muffled stillness of the firm’s lobby. “Vesta Robin Cahill, today is December 3rd...” The court recorder gave Eric a troubled look and he gently His stomach rumbled. They had stopped in Bloomington for leaned Vesta back into her seat. lunch and opted for fast food, his burger ordered with extra “These are really good microphones, Ms. Cahill, you won’t onions. He stifled a belch and picked up one of the picture need to get close.” books featuring brown and ochre panoramas of Tuscan He smiled again and motioned for her to continue. hillsides and vineyards. His lack of comfort was soon “Today is December third, two-thousand two.” Her face replaced by dull boredom. He sat back and looked blankly grew warm. She aimed it down and her hair fell around it. at the pages. The court recorder addressed Vesta. 379 380 “Fine, that’s fine.” She held a Bible out and laid it on the wanted to help me.” table. “Vesta, please place your hand on the Bible. Do you “Can you tell us who Randy is?” swear to tell the truth during this deposition?” Vesta’s face flushed deeper and her hands fluttered on her Vesta placed her hand on it and gave her oath. A fine lap. outline of dew remained where her hand had rested. “He’s my ex-boyfriend. He was what they call “abusive” Eric cleared his throat. “Now, Vesta, can you tell me when to me.” you first met Tanya Primor?” “I see. And Ms. Primor was going to help you somehow?” “Well, it was back in July sometime, I think about the sec- “Well, that’s what she said. I think my boss, Mrs. Stalbert, ond week.” She began fiddling with the edge of her sleeve. done told her ’bout what was goin’ on.” “Did you make an appointment with her and see her in “OK. What did she offer to do?” French Lick?” “She said she could help me and my son get away from him “Oh no, she’d called me earlier in the week and wanted to and they could put a restraining order on him to keep him talk to me. I didn’t know who she was.” from seeing us. I wasn’t sure how she knew that much. I “I see. So, out of the blue, you get a phone call from guess everyone knew.” attorney Primor, is that right?” She glanced at Eric’s eyes and then looked back at her “Yeah. But I didn’t talk to her much then, onna counta I lap. Eric had worked on a few family law cases like Vesta’s didn’t know her.” working pro bono during his last year at school. He paused a “OK. Can you tell me where you first saw Ms. Primor?” moment and his voice softened. “At the courthouse. It was a couple days later, I think. She “OK, Vesta, tell me what she did next.” was there when I came in for work.” “Well, a few days later, she filed some paperwork – a “You worked at the Crawford County Courthouse in protective order? And me and Taylor, that’s my son, we English?” moved over to a shelter in French Lick.” “Uh-huh, I worked as the clerk’s assistant there.” “A women’s shelter?” “OK, so what did Ms. Primor want with you that morning?” “Yeah, that’s right.” “Well, she wanted to talk about Randy and me. I mean, she “Did you have regular contact with Ms. Primor after that?”

381 382 “Oh yeah. I mean, she’d call me or come over there a lot, from the courthouse and let her have them overnight.” especially after Randy found out where I was.” She looked up at Eric and her jaw tightened. “He found out where you were? Was this supposed to be a “I knew it was wrong and I really didn’t want to do it. But secret location?” she said it’d be ok, that it was just overnight and the files “Yeah, but I guess it’s not that hard to find. He musta saw would be back the next day.” my car out front.” “Did Ms. Primor tell you what she was going to do with “I see. Can you tell me what happened the last time you saw the files?” Ms. Primor? We only want to hear what happened between “She said she was going to look at them. That was all. you and her at the shelter, nothing else right now.” I didn’t want to ask anything more ’cause lawyers can get Vesta’s heart began to beat hard in her chest. She knew awful pushy when they want something.” exactly what day the lawyer was asking about. She gimmediately caught her error and the attorneys looked “Well. Uh... she said I owed her a lot of money. I guess it at each other while stifling a laugh. Vesta’s face burned as was expensive to do all the things she did for me. I mean, she tried to cover for her mistake. she said the state would reimburse me once I filled out some “I mean... well, this one especially.” forms, but I owed that money to her first. She said it would Eric supressed a grin. “That’s OK, Vesta, you’re right. be about three thousand dollars, maybe more.” Sometimes we aren’t the easiest people to deal with. Now, “What did you do?” I want you to tell me what happened that next Wednesday, “Well, I started crying ’cause I didn’t have a clue how I was OK?” He straightened in his seat, anxious to get the story. gonna pay her. I don’t make that kind of money.” “Yeah, OK. She wanted me to get them files on Wednesday She noticed the recorder’s dress and Eric’s dark suit. She and give them to her the next day ’cause Merna,” she looked felt a subtle sense of shame about her own clothes. at the other attorneys, “that’s my boss – she gets her hair “What did Tanya do then?” done every Thursday. I don’t know why, she looks just awful “She said maybe we could work it out. She said there was when she comes back and I never said anything to her but...” some things I could do for her.” Eric interrupted. “Uh, Vesta, let’s just stick to talking about “What kind of things did she mean?” you and Ms. Primor, alright?” “Well...” Vesta hesitated. “She said that I could get some files “Oh, OK, sorry. Well, I got the files she wanted the night 383 384 before and gave them to her. Then she came in the next day and after introductions were made, the couple left to find a and gave them back to me during lunch break. That’s about it.” hotel for the night. “Can you remember what the names of the files were that she requested?” “Gawd, Ferr, you wouldn’t have believed it. I was so “Yeah, ’cause one of them was a friend of my mom’s. Lurleen nervous.” Vesta stretched out her vowels, emphasizing her Briscoe. The other one was a Lambert, Justin or James, words as they rode along in the black leather truck cab. somebody. It’s been awhile. She wanted both of their deeds “They have this little tiny microphone and it just sits up on and the plat book pages of the land they own. this little rod and all. You don’t have to even talk loud. All Eric stood and his voice became less friendly. them attorneys just sitting there starin’ at ya. I wish you “Did you know you were committing a felony when you took coulda seen it.” the files from the courthouse?” “I’m kinda glad I didn’t have to.” “Well, I knew I wasn’t supposed to do it. I didn’t know it was Halsy was mildly irritated. The Days Inn he remembered a felony, though. But Tanya, I mean Miss Primor, said it was from his biker travels was gone. Washington Street had been no big deal and we wouldn’t get caught.” changed to one-way since he’d been to Indianapolis last. “OK, Vesta. And are you offering this testimony in the hopes “Hell, Vesta, I don’t recognize any of this. We’re gonna have of reducing your sentence once your case comes to trial?” to head back down 65 to find a hotel.” “Yes.” “OK.” He looked at the recorder and nodded. They wound their way back to the interstate and within the “Well, Vesta I think that’s all the questions I have for you hour were sitting on a bed at a Red Roof Inn outside of right now. I appreciate you coming up here and giving us Greenwood. Vesta took a shower and sat on the edge of this deposition.” He nodded to the court recorder and she the bed, toweling off her hair. Halsy flipped through TV turned off the device in front of her. channels. He turned it off and tossed the remote onto the nightstand. The abrubt silence made Vesta react. Eric spoke with her for a few minutes and led her back down “What’s wrong?” Her forehead crinkled. the hall to the lobby. Halsy stood when they approached

385 386 Halsy’s head angled. A slight smile played on his lips and he stronger case now against Jacobs. His suit will most likely looked up at her through his brow. He stood up and ambled be put on hold until this case can be investigated and put to over to the end of the bed. His own hand trembling, he took rest. Their suit will then most likely be thrown out.” hers as the damp towel fell. He knelt at her feet and timidly Jason’s eyes opened wide. “Wow, just like that?” gazed up at her. Vesta’s cheeks were flushed and cherubic Eric laughed. “If all of those things happen, yes, just like from the hot shower, and coils of hair fell about her face. As that. Jason, it’s not a guarantee – I don’t make those. But it he knelt, she realized his intent. Sudden tears welled up in stands to reason that since the documents they were both of their eyes. working with were yours and Mrs. Briscoe’s, it means that “Vesta, will you do the honor...?” somehow Jacobs Mining was behind it all. That will be up He was barely able to finish. to the investigators to map out. In the meantime relax. I think this thing is going to be cleared up within the next ____ few weeks.” “I just can’t believe it. I can’t wait to call Lurleen and tell “Its a clear-cut case of document tampering. I don’t think her about this.” Jacobs will have a leg to stand on.” “Well, if you call her I won’t need to. She might understand Eric Redson was sitting on the edge of his desk talking to it better coming from you anyway. By the way, I’d like both Jason on the phone between meetings. of you to be present at the pre-trial conference on “So, basically we give them this Cahill woman’s deposition Wednesday next week along with Mr. Warnecke. It would and wait and see what happens next?” Jason sat down hard, help us look like a unified front. The more people sitting on the new information still sinking in. He watched the street our side of the table, the better. About nine o’clock?” below his office. Jason turned around in his chair and watched his assistant “Well, that’s the short version. I’ll have to submit it as struggle with a bad concept on his computer screen. evidence of a felony to the prosecutor. From what I “Yeah, I’ll definitely be there. I’d really like to see who it is understand the attorney in French Lick is already in we’re dealing with. And I’ll make sure Lurleen is with me.” custody. It’s pretty much corroboration of what she’s already “Great. I’ll call you next Tuesday if anything changes, but confessed to. The important thing is, we have an even otherwise meet me in the lobby of the courthouse.” 387 388 Finished with the conversation, Eric then called the prosecutor Chapter 46 in English for his fax number. Vesta’s deposition was faxed to Red Silmer an hour later. He followed that up with a phone call In most lawsuits, a presiding judge can serve as mediator in and the men discussed what a fair plea bargain for Vesta might a pre-trial conference. This allows for an equitable solution be. Sadly, her days working in any future legal capacity were to the legal problems between parties before time, energy over, but Eric knew the absence of a jail sentence would be a and taxpayers’ dollars are spent on a lengthy trial. welcome consolation. Vesta would be free to do what ever she wanted, as long as it didn’t involve working for the court. Judge Denbo looked forward to the Jacobs conference due to its fascinating particulars and the fact his own court records had been sullied by the very man who launched the suit. He’d already read the deposition given by Vesta Cahill as well as Tanya Primor’s confession and admission of guilt. These facts alone gave the conference a heightened sense of purpose and he strode from his chambers with an energy he seldom summoned for the day-to-day affairs of the bench.

Both parties were seated at the table when he entered. On one side he recognized Lurleen Briscoe, dressed in a green jacket and blouse. Stale perfume hung in the air. The judge surmised it was hers. Beside her sat a young man he took for Jason Lambert and next to him was attorney Brad Warnecke in a drab sport jacket. In stark contrast wearing a dark navy suit and electric red tie, sat Eric Redson, the Indianapolis lawyer who had been put in charge of their defense. He was beside Warnecke, looking through files.

389 390 Sitting ramrod straight on the other side of the table was He paused and began again. attorney Crafton Simmons and a neatly dressed young “However, absent any conclusion in the criminal case, for woman who was probably his assistant. Apparently their now I’m going to let things take what I’m sure will be a most client did not deem this meeting worth his time and that fact enlightening course in this one.” was not lost on the justice. He came to the end of the table He brought his glasses up to his nose and looked at the case and sat down. He looked over at the court recorder and she synopsis in front of him. “Now, the case before me is one of nodded back at him and began working the keys of her odd legal ownership of land. I’d like to hear that you’ve worked machine when he began to speak. this out and are ready to make a deal with my blessing. Let’s hear from the side of the plaintiff first. Mr. Simmons?” “Good morning ladies and gentlemen. Glad to see we could Crafton sat up straighter still and handed Denbo some papers. all make it here.” “Your Honor, this is really a simple case of wrongful He gave a strong look to Simmons and let it stop at that. ownership. Jacobs, Incorporated is more than willing to give “Let’s see if we can keep this little mess from becoming a big a specified amount of money to both Mrs. Briscoe and mess which would take up this court’s time with a long, Mr. Lambert to vacate the properties, which I might add is drawn-out trial, shall we?” more than most companies would do. As you can see in He looked around at the faces of those present, cleared his front of you, the offer is quite generous.” throat and proceeded. The judge donned his glasses and scanned the papers. “Now, before we begin, I have an announcement to make. It “Yes, most generous.” His tone was maudlin and he sighed seems there is a criminal case pending which involves the as he faced Simmons again. “Continue, please.” very same court records which are involved in this case. It “Now, this offer is only good while we sit in this room, your will soon become, I feel, quite evident that there is some Honor. Once we leave, the offer will be rescended and we’ll kind of connection between the two.” be forced to proceed with the suit.” With this he gave another hard look at Simmons, but the Simmons looked at Lurleen with false sympathy and her face attorney merely straightened his glasses with one hand and became pinched in anger as soon as his eyes met hers. He looked back without reaction. didn’t dare look at Jason.

391 392 Judge Denbo dropped his glasses to his chest and turned to The judge remained calm. Redson. “You’ve listed some of the very reasons I should be “Alright, and the response from the plaintiff?” suspicious, Mr. Simmons.” Eric Redson smiled and held his hands out, palms up. “Your Honor, this is preposterous. Mr. Jacobs couldn’t “This offer, your Honor, is nothing more than an insult to my possibly have knowledge of what local attorneys are up to, clients. We have evidence which proves that Jacobs has let alone your court’s employees. I can’t see why the court absolutely no rights to their land and in fact, your Honor, has any reason to suspect my client of any wrongdoing, has illegally coerced others to participate in the tampering especially without any proof of connection to my client.” and falsification of court documents in order to pull a fast The judge smiled and put his hands on the table. one on the court and steal the land in question from my clients.” “You have to admit, Mr. Simmons, that it looks mighty odd. “Indeed. And you seem to have a strong case.” He turned his Your client’s deeds become the very ones that showed up as attention to Crafton. “Mr. Simmons, are you aware that we are evidence in a criminal case?” currently holding Tanya Primor for a Class C felony relating to “We most certainly do not have to admit anything. The facts removal and forging of court documents, the very documents will bear out my client’s innocence in this most-assuredly which you are using to try to prove your client’s rights? The unrelated matter.” police also have a warrant out for Vesta Cahill, one of my own Judge Denbo leaned in. clerk’s assistants who helped her.” “The facts will bear out something, that we do know.” He looked at the other side of the table. Simmons visibly tightened. Upon hearing they had arrested “I’ll tell you what I’m going to do. Until further notice, I’m Wilcotte’s contact, he tried to take a different approach. putting this lawsuit on hold. Once the criminal trials of “Your Honor, surely you don’t think that my client had Tanya Primor and Vesta Cahill are over, we’ll take the anything to do with this! Steven Jacobs is an upstanding resulting evidence we have and apply it to this case.” member of the community, a business owner who oversees He turned to the elder attorney. thousands of jobs for our citizens. He’s even held public “Mr. Simmons, if I were you, I’d advise your client to get office.” excellent criminal defense help. I think he’s going to need it.” The manufactured outrage was evident in his tone and face. 393 394 Crafton Simmons could barely contain himself. The small group went silent and fell back as the two men “Your Honor! For the record, I’d like to voice a complaint of closed in on him. bias toward the defendants! Furthermore, I’d like to voice “I’m Detective Carson and this is Sheriff Rickenbaugh. We’d an objection to your demeanor and slanted viewpoint con- like to ask you a few questions if you don’t mind.” cerning my client!” Eric Redson approached the men and spoke up. The judge stood and leaned over the table at the apoplectic “What is this about, gentlemen? I’m Mr. Lambert’s attorney older attorney. and if he’s going to be questioned, I should be there.” “Objections are for the courtroom, Mr. Simmons.” He then The sheriff sensed a confrontation brewing and spoke up. smirked. “This is a pre-trial conference. And this conference “It’s just standard procedure, that’s all, no big deal. We got is officially over. We’re adjourned.” a missing person’s case and the individual’s vehicle was He went around his chair and left the room. found adjacent to Mr. Lambert’s property. We’d just like to ask him a few questions about it.” Jason and Lurleen were elated. Later, they stood talking to their attorneys near the lobby doors, emitting a laugh now Lurleen was pensive and kept darting her eyes at Jason and and again as they recounted the meeting. back at the two men. “He ain’t there all the time, Ricky. He wouldn’t know. He only comes down on weekends.” Jason felt a sense of relief. Almost as if matching his The sheriff addressed her. “This don’t concern you, emotions, the sun broke free from the clouds and lit up the Lurleen.” He turned back to Jason. “Can you come over to entrance to the court. In it he saw silhouettes of two men the station for a few minutes?” approaching as they entered the lobby. Both of them Jason’s hands were moist and shaky. He stammered were headed directly toward him. “Uh, sure, I guess.” His eyes met Lurleen’s, his face “Jason Lambert?” Detective Carson asked abruptly as soon was troubled as he tried to smile. as they were a few feet away. “Not without me present, he can’t.” Eric Redson took a step Caught off guard, Jason was suddenly nervous but he tried closer to Jason. “If you have some official business with my to remain calm. client, let’s get it started. Gentlemen?” “Uh, yeah, that’s me.” 395 396 He held a hand out at the doors. Detective Carson was “Was one of the guys this man?” irritated at being told what to do. The sheriff took a deep Jason barely concealed his emotions. He recognized Randy’s breath and raised his eyebrows at Carson. The four of them face and his face became blotchy as he spoke. headed to the police station. As they went through the doors, “I don’t know for sure, I mean, they were kinda far away and Jason glanced back at Lurleen. She gave him the “thumbs they didn’t stay long. I didn’t see one guy’s face at all. He up” sign but her face was creased with worry. kept his back turned to me.” He pushed the photo away and looked up at his attorney The interrogation room was tight and stuffy. Although who watched him with concern. Carson stirred from his there was only one vent into the room for heat or air- spot and came around in front to see Jason’s face. conditioning, the former was overpowering and the latter His attorney noticed the subtle shift and decided to speak. barely worked. Eric had removed his suitjacket while stand- “Jason, if you don’t feel comfortable with what they’re ing and Jason had taken off his coat and was seated in one asking, let me know and we can walk right out of here.” of the two chairs present. “No, it’s all right. I want to help if I can.” He tried a smile on the sheriff but it made him feel worse. The sheriff went to the other side of the table and sat down, The sheriff sensed something and continued. pencil and paper ready. “Take another look, Jason. This guy’s name is Randy “OK, Jason, we just want to know if you’ve seen anyone Spillman. He’s a friend of mine and I’m really concerned around your place within the last two months. You know, about him. He’s been missing for about two months.” anyone hiking through or hunting, that kind of thing?” He held the photo up for Jason to see and both men studied The sheriff was patient as he watched Jason. The detective his face as he did so. Jason glanced at it twice then kept his leaned on the wall behind him. gaze focused on the table in front of him. “Not really.” Jason paused for a second. “Well, I mean, there “No, I don’t think I’ve seen him out there.” was a group of guys that came through last May. I think He looked up, his eyes pleading. they were probably poaching. One of them had a gun.” “Like Lurleen told you, I’m only there once in a while, to The sheriff looked up at Carson. He pulled a picture of mow the lane in the summer. I don’t even get out there Randy Spillman from his file and shoved it at Jason. when it starts getting hot. There’s too many ticks.” 397 398 He offered another smile. The sheriff wasn’t convinced. He “Sure, I guess that’s all for now.” looked back at Carson and tilted his head slightly back at “Fine, Jason, let’s go.” Jason. Carson spoke. Eric held the door open for him. Jason stood up and they “Jason, if you have anything you’d like to tell us, it would be left the cramped room. a good idea to be straight up with us now. Randy Spillman’s truck was found about a half-mile from your Detective Carson looked at the sheriff. “Something a little cabin. We found a knife sheaf in it. We think he might have odd about that guy’s reaction.” hurt himself hunting or maybe something worse happened The sheriff nodded. to him. If you had any contact with him at all, tell us. It will “Yeah, my gut tells me he knows somethin’ but ain’t talkin’.” help you in the long run to be honest with us now.” Carson rubbed his chin. “Why would Randy go out there? His tone became threatening as he leaned in. Jason reared They don’t know each other. I also get the distinct impres- back from the detective and looked away. sion that there’s more to this, like he’s afraid or something.” “Well, if I had seen him around my place, I’d probably call The sheriff snorted. “Hell, he’s just a city kid. They’re all you guys. That’s trespassing. I’ve tried to keep it posted, like that. None of ’em know much about things down here. but people just tear the signs down.” His forehead was It wouldn’t surprise me if he barely leaves that cabin.” moist with sweat. He felt nauseous and wanted to leave. Ricky scratched the back of his head. “He seemed a little shook up by the picture for some reason, I dunno. Maybe As if reading his thoughts, Eric spoke. Randy was one of that group of poachers. City boy wouldnt “OK, good cop/bad cop, just like the movies. Look, I think handle a group with a gun very well, I don’t suppose” this is enough for now. If you gentlemen have any further “I’m going to go out there and see if I find anything more.” questions, let us know. My client’s told you he’s seen “Suit yourself. There’s a couple thousand acres of woods to nothing. I think you have what you need from him. If he’s search and we’ve searched it already. Only about 2 hours of not under arrest and there’s nothing further, we’d like to go.” daylight left but I’ll give you directions anyway.” He looked at Jason reassuringly. “You ready, Mr. Lambert?” The detective returned to his wall and Ricky leaned back in Outside Jason and Eric talked for a moment about the his chair and spoke. conference. He told Eric he was going to check on things at 399 400 his cabin and then head back to Indy. of the logs on the corner and leaned back on the hood of the SUV. The air was silent except for the occasional rustle Eager to leave, Jason hurried his goodbyes, got in his SUV of the leaves on the ground. It always stunned him how and drove down the gravel road that led from the court- quiet the ridge was. If it weren’t for the woeful sound of a house. As he held his leg on the clutch to shift gears, it distant airplane, he could have been miles from civilization. wobbled and shook. He struggled to gain control; there was a ringing in his ears as he examined his emotions. Why do Then he heard a car engine, growing louder as it approached. I feel so guilty about this? He was already dead, for chris- By the sound of crackling twigs, he guessed it was on his sakes! I should have told the police, he thought. I should lane. He soon could see the shine of a car hood through have just left him there and came straight over here to the the trees as it slowly wound its way up the narrow lane to sheriff’s office. his cabin. The glare off the windshield kept the driver’s identity hidden and his anxiety rose slightly as the car drew As he distanced himself from the courthouse and police closer. The driver’s side window came down and to his sur- station he felt calmer. He couldn’t help thinking about the prise it was the detective from the station. detective. The sheriff was friendly but the detective seemed “Hi, Mr. Lambert. I was wondering if you could show me bent on figuring things out, like he suspected or already where you saw the poachers come through?” knew something. It was too bad, he thought. He’s really a Detective Carson’s manner was direct and his eyes bore into good looking man. If he weren’t so damn nosey, I’d almost Jason with an unwavering intensity. be attracted to him. Jason laughed out loud. “Yeah, right. Jason approached the car, putting his hands in his pants, Like there’s a gay guy down here waiting for me.” He shook biting the inside of his cheek. his head at the thought of a gay detective as he turned onto “Well, I’m not really dressed for hiking but I can point it out the gravel road leading to Mifflin. to you, I guess.” The detective got out of the unmarked car. Later he stood in front of his cabin with a lost look. He “I suppose that’s a start.” realized he’d forgotten the keys. “It doesn’t matter,” he said He walked ahead of Jason up to the cabin and stood. aloud. “I’m just here to see that you’re OK.” He patted one “Wow, this is really something.” He looked back at Jason. 401 402 “You build this yourself?” “Sure, I guess.” Jason studied Carson. What’s this guy Jason was proud in spite of his unease. really want, he wondered. “Yeah, I did. Took me a whole summer to get it under roof.” The detective held out his hand. “No hard feelings, OK?” He walked up closer to the detective and began to feel more His hand felt warm and smooth. relaxed. In the back of his mind, he knew there was no Jason shook it and let go. “Sure, no problem.” possible way to connect him to Randy’s death. He’s under a “Well, if you don’t mind, I’d like you to show me the area ton of creek gravel anyway, he thought. He felt lighter and where you ran into the men and then I’ll leave you to your kept talking. weekend. I’m sure you have better things to do, anyway.” “The hardest part was dealing with the logs. Once they “No big deal. I’m just checking things out here. I’m gonna were notched and spiked in, the rest was just busy work.” have to go back up north. I didn’t bring any supplies. “Yeah, but it still couldnt have been easy.” The detective C’mon, I’ll show you were those men were.” switched his eyes back and forth from Jason to the cabin. They walked down into the woods on the front of the ridge. “A guy with your stature, doing this kind of hard labor. It’s When they reached the half-way point, Jason stopped. pretty impressive.” “This is where I was standing when they came over.” Jason grinned and folded his arms. He pointed to a hill on his left. “Hardest I’ve ever worked. I sure don’t want to build “That land over there is owned by a guy from Kentucky. I another one, I can tell you that.” guess they came from his camp.” “Heh. Yeah, I bet not.” The detective faced him. “Listen, The detective checked his footing and looked where Jason, I feel like we got off on the wrong track. I’m not that Jason pointed. experienced at questioning people and I mighta got a little “How many were there?” intense before. Anyway, I’m sorry about that.” “I think about five or six. One had a rifle, but he wouldn’t Jason’s head angled at the ground. face me.” “Don’t worry about it. I know you guys are just doing your job.” Jason leaned against a tree and began to scrap mud from “Well, Randy Spillman was a good friend of the sheriff’s. We his shoe with a stick. can’t find him and... well, he’s taking it personally, like he’s “Well, that pretty much does these in for the day.” He not doing his job right. It’s trickle down, ya know?” grinned up at Carson. 403 404 The detective made a face. “Sorry about that. I guess I behind. But I’m enjoying the view so who cares? didn’t realize it was this muddy.” “Oh, don’t worry about it. I don’t wear these shiny things Near the top of the ridge, the detectives feet suddenly that often, anyway.” became tangled in catbriar. He tried to maintain his The detective looked out at the surrounding woods. balance but fell down into fallen leaves with a grunt. “So, the group came through here?” He pointed downward. He grinned at Jason and held his hand out. “No, actually they were walking to the north, that way.” “I walk much better on concrete. Wanna give me a hand?” Jason gestured with the stick behind the detective. Jason came up the hill quickly and held out his hand. Carson shifted his gaze up. “And you say one of them kept “Looks like the stickers got the best of you,” he said. “I his back turned, right?” usually don’t go through that way. There’s a path to your left.” “Yeah.” Jason paused. “Hell, he could have been that The detective got to his feet holding on to Jason’s arm. He Randy guy, but they were clear across the valley headed stood but didn’t release his grip right away. Their eyes met back the way they came before I could really see them all.” and something electric passed between the two men; He thought back to that day and how it made him feel. sudden, intense. Jason’s ears felt hot and he let go. Carson “To tell you the truth, I wasn’t really paying much attention hid his expression, his eyes cutting across Jason’s face to what they looked like as much as I was just freaking out. once, then again. He shifted his stance, then found the path It was kind of scary.” to the cabin. The detective’s face showed concern. “Yeah, I can see how that might have felt. Five or six guys, They reached the detective’s car, each not knowing what to one has a gun. Who knows what they might be up to. I do or say next. The detective spoke down at the ground, his don’t blame you for being scared.” He looked down at words barely more than a whisper. Jason’s shoe. “No sense in getting you any muddier. I guess “Uh, back there, just now. I didn’t mean anything. I mean, there’s not much to see after all. Let’s go back up, then.” I hope you don’t...” Jason misread the other man and bridled a bit, his eyes He headed back up the hill and Jason followed. That wasn’t narrowing. He jerked his head up. much of an investigation, he thought, watching Carson from “Look, it doesnt matter. Yeah, I’m gay. If that’s what you 405 406 came out here to find out, now you know.” He stood back my name’s Peter Carson. Glad to meet you.” and paced a bit with his hands jammed in his pockets and glanced at the detective, distrust working on him. Jason felt something incredible might have started and he “No, that’s not it at all. You know how rough it is. I mean, smiled broadly as he showed the rest of the camp to the especially having the job I do.” detective, mentally scolding himself for the forgotten keys. He held a hand out to the side in futility; his eyes searched Jason’s face with intensity. “I just can’t come out to whoever I want to.” Carson took a step forward. “Hell, I can’t tell anyone. When I saw you at the courthouse, I tried to figure out a way to... I mean, I liked what I saw and wondered...” Jason stopped pacing as the truth suddenly registered. “You mean, that wasn’t a test or something?” His face softened and he leaned against the cabin door. “Wow. Guess you have to hit me over the head with a club or something.” Carson laughed. “Well, my clumsy act wasn’t a very good ploy. I guess I’m better at figuring things out than I am at sending signals.”

The two men fell silent, staring at the trees, their minds turning the last few minutes over and over as leaves tumbled in the wind. Jason looked over at the detective. “Well, perhaps we should start over again.” He held out his hand. “Hi, my name’s Jason Lambert.” Carson’s smile flashed as he took Jason’s hand. “Hi, Jason, 407 408 Chapter 47 and was wearing the clothes she bought when she first opened her practice. Tanya was uncomfortable. The court’s chairs were too small for her girth and too hard for her weight. The edges kept Lonnie looked at her with surprise when they met in the cutting through her pantsuit into the flesh in courthouse lobby. It had been only four weeks but the her rear and she shifted from time to time to relieve the change was noticeable. They arrived thirty minutes early to pressure. Her lack of comfort was not from the chair alone. talk her case over and he kept staring at her as they walked It was her day of reckoning and Tanya Primor, Attorney at into the courtroom. When they sat down at the defendant’s Law, was on the other side of the line for the first time in table, she faced him with her hands held out. her life. Instead of representing a mother whose ex-husband “What? What are you looking at?” She smirked in had failed to pay support or a wife who had every right to mock anger. half of the divorce loot, Lonnie Baylor was now representing “I’m sorry, Tanya.” Lonnie looked bashful. “It’s just that her in a criminal trial. And the crime was her own. you look so great. Have you been on some kind of diet?” She turned away. “If you want to call stress a diet, The guilt and the shame of dragging unsuspecting Vesta yeah, sure.” Cahill into it had caused her normally type-A personality to Her demeanor was sassy, but she cherished the compliment. diminish over time. Since she had been released on bail, her “Well, whatever it is, it’s working.” He pulled out her file, size had diminished as well. opened it and then cleared his throat. “Now, listen, Tanya. They’re going to expect you to be as docile as a puppy. I A karmic transformation occurred. She was now eating only know you plead guilty at arraignment, but we still can’t have at mealtimes and her diet consisted of mainly meat and any of your famous directives or outbursts, OK?” vegetables. No more trips to Cutlers, no more sodas, no Tanya gave him a half-open eyed look. more Holly Cakes – she felt she didn’t deserve them. The “Don’t worry, Lonnie. I’m not here to make a scene. It will change began showing around her face as her jawline only piss off Denbo and he’s going to want to throw the book became evident. Her cheekbones sharpened to help define a at me anyway. I’ll be quiet as a lamb.” Her hands shook a face that was, in fact, pretty. She had dropped two sizes bit and she clasped them together. 409 410 “Good, good. That’s my girl.” Lonnie glanced at her and bristled with caustic energy and Tanya’s discomfort level then looked back at his file. He then noticed someone sliding kept pace with the flow of people into the court. She began in beside her. It was a man he didn’t recognize but knew it to recognize several attorneys from surrounding counties. It must be Vesta Cahill’s attorney. They had already spoken on never occurred to her that so many would want to witness the phone. Lonnie rose to greet him and they shook hands her downfall. The thought made her feel an additional layer behind Tanya. of shame and she focused her gaze at the dull yellow walls behind the judge’s bench. The court had decided to try the women together since the crime was commited in tandem. Their lawyers had no Merna Stalbert and the court recorder walked in from a door problem with the decision. Tanya watched Vesta follow her on the left and went to their stations at the left of the lawyer in, but her head was aimed down and her long defendant’s table. The recorder began adjusting her hair shielded her from onlookers. She wanted one last equipment, writing out a label, affixing it to a tape and then conversation with Vesta to apologize, but she would have to inserting it into the machine that would record the day’s wait for a better opportunity. events. Merna gazed over at Vesta with faux sympathy but gave only a cursory glance to Tanya as she arranged the Halsy came in and sat down in the gallery right behind papers in front of her. The deputy at the judge’s chamber Vesta. She turned around and held out her hand to him. door nodded to Merna and she stood, patted the back of her They held hands and talked in hushed tones while her hair in place with an officious look as she spoke. attorney went through his paperwork. “Attention, everyone. Today’s date is Friday, January People began to file into the courtroom and situate eleventh, 2002. All rise as this Crawford County Circuit themselves for the best view. The gallery was small; it had Court is now in session, the Honorable Judge Lawrence capacity of forty onlookers but usually only ten or fewer were Denbo presiding.” present. That day’s crowd was larger and kept growing. A Judge Denbo walked in, his black robes rustling and his low murmur of conversation began behind her. She felt footfalls echoing in the carpetless room as he stepped up certain the subject was probably herself. The courtroom and sat behind the podium. He peered over his glasses, 411 412 took in the room’s occupants and cleared his throat. He looked down at Tanya and her attorney. “Please be seated.” “Will the defendant please rise?” It was said with little enthusiasm and he placed the day’s Both did so and Tanya clasped her hands tight in front of pertinent documents in front of himself. her, darting her eyes at the judge and back to her attorney. “Bailiff, please state the first matter of business.” Her discomfort was evident to everyone. Merna had remained standing. She held up the docket and The judge continued. “Council, does your client have read it over her half-rims as if it were new information, anything to say before the court?” though she could recite it from memory, for she was “I believe she does Your Honor.” secretly filled with excitement by it’s arrival. Lonnie nodded at Tanya. “Case number one-twenty-eight B, the state of Indiana versus Tanya Primor and Vesta Cahill, Felony legal Tanya cleared her throat. Her voice quavered at first but she tampering, Larceny, and Felony Fraud.” gained control as she spoke. “Your honor, first I would like to say that while any crime The judge looked down at Lonnie Baylor and Vesta’s that I’ve commited was done so knowingly, the other party attorney. charged here today, Vesta Cahill, commited her part of the “Counsel, both of your clients have entered guilty pleas at crime under my pressuring. She had virtually no knowledge their arraignment. Today we’re going to hand down of the bigger picture involved and was forced by myself into sentences but each has a chance to plead for clemency first. committing the theft of documents from this courthouse. In I’d like to begin with Ms. Primor, but I would like to first let that regard, Your Honor, I would like any sentence that you you both know that I now have videotaped evidence of the are considering for her to be added to my own and taken crime, so let’s not try and pull the wool over my eyes. You’ve from hers.” both waived your rights to a jury trial so there’s no need for The judge took off his glasses and put them in front of him any grandstanding. It’s just me up here, so keep it short. to address Tanya. It’s a Friday and I’m sure we’d all like to get our weekend “Ms. Primor, am I to understand that you’re willing to take started as soon as possible.” on additional time or community service over and above what I would have considered for your crime alone?” 413 414 Tanya looked over at Vesta who still held her head down. “Your Honor, I realize now that the crimes I’ve commited “Yes, your honor. I would also like to publicly state my were done for personal greed alone and not once did I take deepest apology to the court and to Ms. Cahill for into consideration the rights of my own client, Vesta Cahill. manipulating and forcing her to join in my illegal activity.” I’m deeply ashamed of my actions and extremely regretful of The judge rubbed his chin in thought and put his hand the trouble I’ve caused her. I also realize that because of my down flat. actions I will most likely be disbarred and so lose my ability “Ms. Primor, I’m glad you have taken this opportunity to to practice law, the single thing that enabled me to feel any publicly apologize. I’m sure Ms. Cahill can respect that if not source of accomplishment or joy in my life. I am only asking accept it. This court, however, is not in the position to have that you take into consideration what my life has been up to it’s records tampered with by it’s officers and then this point: a single woman who has always had a physical reconsider due process for the crime based solely on your disability with weight, always been given the raw deal and apologies. Do you have anything else to say in your defense?” has had to fight for everything she’s got in life. I hope that you will realize that putting me in jail for any extended time Tanya’s head turned to one side for a moment, her eyes will take away any opportunity for me to better myself or welling up. She looked back up at the judge. change my outlook. I’m afraid, Your Honor, that an “Your Honor, all of my life I’ve been on the receiving end of extended sentence instead will embitter me even further and taunting, the subject of gossip and the butt of jokes because cause my outlook to worsen. I hope you will give this some of my size and my attitude. At the end of the day, I figured it thought as you decide on my fate. I hope you can allow was OK because I had something else to keep me going, I yourself to be lenient, mostly for Vesta Cahill but also put had the practice of law with which I could assist others some of that same leniency toward my case.” attain their rights. In a small way, I was able to help She wiped her eyes and sat down with some help from those who were being treated unfairly see some justice in Lonnie. their life, justice I so rarely saw for myself.” She glanced at Vesta and continued, her tears streaming The judge looked at her impartially. There was no trace of down. sympathy in his voice. “Thank you, Miss Primor, I’ll take your statement into 415 416 consideration.” be personable. He looked at Eric and cleared his throat again. “Thank you for what you said.” She demurred. “Defendant Vesta Cahill please rise. Counsel, does your “Vesta, I want you to know I meant every word. I don’t client have anything she’d like to say to this court?” blame you at all if you don’t trust me right now. But...” she Vesta’s attorney stood up, holding his tie in one hand. trailed off as her chin trembled. She tried to regain her “No, your honor, not at this time.” composure. “But if you ever need anything in the future...” Her attorney knew nothing harsh would be handed down in Halsy stepped in. Vesta’s case. Vesta shot her eyes at the judge and back “Lady, I think you’ve done about all the helping we need down at her lap again, her face blotchy with shame. around here...” The judge looked down at his paperwork again. Vesta pressed on Halsy’s forearm which had been raised as “In that case, we’ll take a short recess while I rule on this he pointed in Tanya’s face. matter. We’re adjourned for one hour.” “No, Halz, it’s OK, let her finish.” He reached for his gavel as he spoke and struck the bench He shook his head and stepped back. once, and let it loosely drop from his hand. With some effort “Fine, but she better watch what she promises.” he stood up, stepped off of the bench and went through the Tanya’s head was down as she wiped her eyes. door at the back. “I’m not promising anything, Vesta. I just want you to know that I’m going to try to somehow set things right between us. Tanya breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn’t quite ready to It might take me some time, but I’ll figure out a way to do it.” face her sentence and a reprieve of even an hour was She began to walk away but was stopped by a warm hand welcome. She stood up with her lawyer and gazed over on her upper arm. at Vesta. “Tanya.” Vesta turned her back around. “I can’t totally “Give me a minute, Lonnie. I have some crow to eat.” blame you for what ya did. It ain’t like you held a gun to my She sidled past him and approached the younger woman. head. I knew it was wrong to take them files out. If I blame Vesta was speaking to Halsy and her lawyer. She blanched anybody I’d better start with myself.” slightly as Tanya approached. Vesta wasn’t the type of She patted Tanya’s arm. woman who held grudges very well. She tried her best to “Don’t you worry, I’m gonna be just fine.” 417 418 She glanced at Halsy and beamed. She leaned into Tanya with that diet of yours.” and whispered. Tanya chuckled. “Hell, Lonnie, I’d be happy just to get down “I got myself a real man, now. If it wasnt for this mess, I to my college weight.” wouldn’t-a found ’im. In a way, I should thank you. Ain’t that somethin’ ?” ——- Vesta took Halsy’s arm and they walked to the courtroom’s entrance. An hour later, the two defendants and their attorneys were seated in the same order in front of the judge. Tanya kept Tanya and her attorney followed behind. She then noticed her hands folded in front. She seemed oddly serene as she few onlookers had left the gallery. She studied the faces of waited for the judge’s decision. her fellow attorneys and the few attending locals, each eyeing her with accusatory glances. She decided to hold her After shuffling a few papers, the judge surveyed the room, head up in triumph and walk out of court. To hell with then cleared his throat. them, she thought. There’s more than a few crimes that have “I’m ready to rule on this matter. Could both defendants been commited in that crowd. The only difference is I got please rise?” caught. They did so with their attorneys as a slight murmer buzzed them. Tanya held her attorney’s hand. They finally reached the outside doors. “In the matter of The State of Indiana vs. Tanya Primor, “We have about enough time to go to lunch, what do you Felony legal tampering, Larceny and Felony Fraud, the suggest?” Lonnie asked, looking around the top of the hill. defendant, Tanya Primor having already admitted guilt is There wasn’t a resturant in sight; most of the structures hereby sentenced to a one year suspended sentence and ten were offices or houses. months of community service. You will be on probation while “We’ll have to go to New English for that. Otherwise, it’s the you perform the community service. If you fail to carry Curbside. But there’s nothing on the menu I can eat there.” through with your service, a warrant will be issued for your Lonnie grinned. arrest and once arrested you will be brought in to serve the “You know, I think you’re gonna just waste away to nothing entire year starting from the time of your arrest. You are also 419 420 prohibited from practicing any form of law pending the what you’ve caused on a daily basis and continually realize finding of the state bar association, and this court will stand that while your sentence has an eventual end, the damage by their ruling.” you’ve brought to another person’s life is permanent.” Tanya calmly turned to her attorney and mouthed the words “thank you”. Tanya eyed the judge with a steady gaze and let his words The judge spoke up again. roll over her. She knew she’d been led down a rosy path. “I would also like to add something here for your edification She hoped Mason Wilcotte, wherever he was, would soon be and that of those attorneys who I see have joined us today to punished for his part in the crime. watch these proceedings. Ms. Primor, when you take on a client and are their counsel as well as an officer of the court, The judge cleared his throat and restacked his paperwork. you are providing a bond of trust between a member of the “Deputy, I would like you to clear the courtroom for the next public and yourself. When you bend the rules and take sentencing.” advantage of your client’s trust, you not only stain the record The deputy walked toward the gallery and spoke. of the court, you also stain the good name of attorneys “Everyone, please exit through the doors and clear the everywhere who zealously defend the rights of their clients gallery now.” within the bounds of the law. While I realize that you were There was whispered conversations among the people as they not acting alone on this matter and were yourself used as an walked out, a few glanced over their shoulders as if they means to an end, it does not excuse your greed which were missing the best part of the performance. Once the blinded you to the far-reaching effect of your illegal actions.” gallery was cleared, the sheriff closed both of the doors and He let a dramatic pause build and then focused his stare. stood in front of them. The judge nodded and spoke again. “I would like you to take a good long look at the young woman to your left, Vesta Cahill. Due in part to your “As to the matter of The State of Indiana vs. Vesta Cahill, coercion, she has been stripped of her rights of ever working Felony Legal Tampering, the defendant, Vesta Cahill is for the court again. You’ve short-circuited her career and hereby sentenced to ten days suspended jail time and two taken away her future. It is the hope of this court that weeks of community service. You are also prohibited from during your time serving the community you think about working in any courthouse in the state of Indiana in any 421 422 capacity for life. Your name and Social Security number will ——- go on a list of offenders to be published and sent to every circuit, superior and Supreme Court in the state.” “They still don’t have any suspects or leads. It’s like that Vesta stared at the floor, her hands nervously gripping at the body dropped out of the sky.” Detective Peter Carson was table edge. leaning against the doorjamb of Sheriff Rickenbaugh’s office, “Ms. Cahill, would you please look up here?” Judge Denbo his hands in his blue windbreaker’s pockets. was annoyed. “Hell, that don’t surprise me. Lately either a body shows up Vesta jerked her head up and looked at the judge, her face with no suspects or the suspects show up with no body. turning pink. You get a chance to talk to that Lambert kid?” “I’d like you to pay close attention to what I have to say The sheriff lifted his face to the detective from behind his next. Vesta, when you first came to this courthouse three desk. Carson kept his eyes down. years ago, I had high hopes for you. You had good aptitude “Yeah, I did. It was pretty much the same thing he told us and from what I’ve seen of your employment reviews, a fairly here. Apparently the only time he’d seen what might have good mind for organization. I regret losing your services and been Randy Spillman was with that group of poachers. feel it is a loss to this court that you can no longer serve the I really doubt he’s had anything to do with Spillman’s community. However, I’m going to seal the record on this disappearance. Lambert isn’t big enough to handle someone matter, in part. It will only be known to the state court his size, anyway. Plus, he’s a city kid, like you said. If system in order to keep you from having access to court Spillman was in camo, Jason could have walked right by employement; however, it will not be available to any him and not even known it.” prospective employers otherwise. I feel that you commited The sheriff nodded. your crime under duress and strong coercion. Therefore any “There’s a chance Randy just lit out. But his pickup sitting public knowledge of your sentencing or records as they there like that... it just don’t make sense.” pertain to your court employment will be barred. That is all. “Well, as long as there’s not a body or more evidence, this This court is now adjourned” case will go cold. The other deal? Man... I wish I worked in The judge picked up the gavel, struck the bench firmly and Gibson County. They’ve got something to start with. A body left the courtroom. can tell more about what happened than anything.” 423 424 The sheriff wasn’t eager to discuss corpses. He put his hat Carson grinned and looking out the windshield. on and stood. “OK, fallen might be going too far, but I did sense mutual “I’m going to the diner. You can join me if you want. Sitting attraction.” here talkin’ about this stuff isn’t getting me anywhere.” “Yes, I’d have to say that’s true. Well, I really wanted to see Carson moved out of his way. if you got home safe. I won’t keep you, but I would like to “That’s OK, I have some plans for the night. But thanks.” know the next time you’re coming down here. I want to see more of you.” Once the sheriff was gone, he went to his car and sat down Jason laughed again. behind the wheel. He pulled out his cell phone and pushed “There’s two ways of taking that. I’ll stick with the clean speed dial. He tapped his fingers on the wheel while he version for now. I’d like to see you again, too. I think I could waited for an answer. come down again next weekend. Since the lawsuit’s on hold, “Hey Mr. Lambert. How’s it going?” I’m pretty much a free man right now.” On the other end, Jason was going through his mail. “Sounds great. Can you call me later this week and let me “Detective Carson, I assume. Am I still under suspicion?” know? I’ll make it worth your while.” “Yes, of being too damn hot for words. But nothing else. Jason held the phone tighter. When are you coming down here again?” “I’ll take you up on that, Detective. Call you on Thursday – Jason laughed. I promise.” “Man, I just got back up here. Besides, my lips are still “Great. Talk to you then, suspect.” chapped from necking in the woods with an officer of the law. I need some healing time.” Peter smiled. “Oh, I see how it’s going to be. I’ve been shelved until a need comes up.” “Hey, we just met! I can’t be galavanting all over the state just because I’ve fallen for somebody.” He realized too late what he’d said. “Fallen, eh? Hm. Sounds interesting.” 425 426 Chapter 48 English County Courthouse English, Indiana 47118 Attn: Justice Lawrence J. Denbo Judge Denbo sat at his desk deep in thought. Among the various trials he presided over, there were two that bothered Your Honor: him. To connect Jacobs Mining to the document tampering case, the prosecutor needed strong evidence. Presently it did My name is Mason Wilcotte. If you receive this letter it is because I not exist. Tanya Primor had turned state’s evidence against am no longer living. I have instructed a close friend to send this Mason Wilcotte but he was found dead four counties away. document to you upon my death. I am writing to you in order to bring justice to a situation which is highly unjust. The detectives who had searched his home turned up nothing connecting his work life or his murder to Jacobs or There is a lawsuit currently in your court system against two local his attorney. He knew he needed to be impartial and tried to land owners brought forth by Jacobs Mining and Drilling. While keep from speculating about various scenarios but couldn’t there is precedent for the suit, the grounds on which it is filed are help himself. totally illegal. I know this because in helping the individuals involved, I broke the law. The parties involved are named below and I will outline each person’s exact role in the crime. He was reading over some trial transcripts when Merna stepped in with the mail. She had seen the judge like this My reasons for exposing this situation are twofold. Once I realized before and knew better than to get chatty. She laid a bundle what the end result of their plans were, I refused to aid in stripping of envelopes on his desk and quietly left his chambers, innocent people of their property. Because of my refusal to continue closing the door behind her. with Jacobs’ plans, I knew that my life was in danger. I was told by Jacobs’ attorney, Crafton Simmons, I could not walk away from the matter without severe consequences. This letter proves he is a man The judge gave a cursory glance at the stack of mail of his word. However, I have a great amount of posthumous control and saw a certified letter on the top. He reached for which he did not count on. it, noting it was from Evansville, marked “Confidential.”

Opening it, he leaned back in his leather chair, his eyes Steven Jacobs is a wealthy and powerful man who has been trying widening as he read. to gain access to land in order to start a shale-oil strip mine in your county. While on the surface it may look like something which will 427 428 provide income and jobs to your residents, in truth it will bring “Oh, I’m sorry, Judge, but he’s at dinner right now. You devastation to huge portions of land and cancer-causing pollutants to want me to take a message?” the surface for future generations to deal with. He hired Crafton Clydie’s gum smacked and popped in the judge’s ear. Simmons to help him maneuver around the law. “No, I don’t. Where’s he eating?” Irritation began to show in his voice. In turn, Crafton Simmons hired me to employ Tanya Primor in order to illegally gain access to court documents through Vesta Cahill. I “Over at the English Diner. He just left a few minutes ago.” was also paid to hire a local man named Randy Spillman to kill “OK, thanks Clydie. Sorry for being so quick, but it’s Jason Lambert, one of the property owners. However, he took the important.” cash deposit for the job and disappeared. Clydie’s rapid chatter was fading in the reciever as hung up the phone. He looked up Red Silmer’s number and dialed. Please use whatever resources you can to shed light on this He knew the chances were pretty good that Red would be situation and bring justice to your constituency. You have the power, Your Honor, to put a stop to this lawsuit. The same person who home and would want to be first in line for the new evidence. mailed this letter has several records and files that show my business transactions with all of the above named parties. His “Red, it’s Denbo. Listen, I have something you will probably address is below. want to see. You might want to bring a detective along with you. I just got a letter from a dead man and he’s naming I hope my actions bring my soul peace, but more importantly, I hope names. It’s the attorney they found over in Gibson county.” that your action in the future will bring peace to the innocent people who otherwise would become Jacobs’ future victims. Red Silmer was practically speechless. He stared at the floor, wondering for a moment. Mason Wilcotte “Red, you there?” Attorney at Law “Yeah, I’m here, Larry. Sounds like my night just got ruined. I’ll be over there in a minute.” As he reached the end of the letter, the judge’s right hand The judge hung up the phone. The letter clarified what he picked up the phone and he stood. He pushed speed dial suspected. It was damning evidence, exact and very telling for the sheriff’s number and waited. but most importantly, it was the missing piece of the puzzle. “Clydie, get me the sheriff.” 429 430 He wondered why an attorney like Wilcotte would lower Chapter 49 himself to criminal status, but he realized the reward must have been too tempting to turn down. Even an honest lawyer Lost in thought, attorney Simmons waited patiently for a could be swayed by the kind of money Steven Jacobs could table at Clarendon, his favorite resturant in Evansville, the offer. Wilcotte’s greed was stronger than his integrity and it best that city had to offer. The owners claimed to have garnered a cruel reward. stolen a chef from a famous Paris bistro and the interior was furnished with antique tables, beveled glass mirrors and bro- cade curtains to enhance the Parisian ambiance. Candles lit the room with an old-world glow and a blue-tiled fireplace was at one end of the main dining room. The lobby had yet to fill and Simmons sat on a velvet recamier mulling over the week’s events. As he waited as he studied two young couples that had just arrived, and was silently jealous of their youthful pairing. As usual, Crafton would be dining alone. He’d been single most of his adult life.

Married at 22, he lost his wife, Cynthia, to Hodgkin’s disease only a year after they had wed. She’d been a sickly girl, subject to “weak spells” from the first time they met during college. The disease seemed to be the culmination of all her earlier ills. To him the loss felt unfair and particularly cruel. She was the only woman who had given the shy, clumsy law student any attention. From her death he garnered a quiet bitterness that colored his interactions with his relatives, staff or anyone else that ventured into his realm. His lack of control over his wife’s demise fostered his 431 432 exacting control over people and things. The harsh reality of always felt more in tune with than the present. his loss perfected a cold demeanor which deepened as the years advanced. Now, at 74, his life was planned like chess A fawning waiter stood by with a tassled menu and pulled moves, hour by hour, week to week – slow and methodical, out a chair. Crafton ignored him, sat down, took the menu each detail decided in advance. and peered at it with his glasses perched on the edge of his nose. The waiter began to recite the evening’s specials to It seemed impossible to him that his entire plan for Steven him, but was stopped by the elder man’s pointed look. Jacobs was faltering. He had thought of everything, but “Is something the matter, Sir?” events were not playing out according to his design. Crafton sharply requested a glass of Chablis and some To make matters worse, the wealthy businessman had bread. The waiter blanched, said “Right away, Sir,” and left demanded terms that withheld payment until the case was the dining room in haste. Crafton leaned back and put the won. He kicked himself for signing on for a one-sided deal menu down. It was more or less a formality to view; he’d be but his keen foresight did not predict the troubles which having his usual Veau et petits legumes printanniers. now plagued him. I should have asked for payments in thirds, he ruminated. He rubbed his temple with one hand Though outwardly he seemed nothing more than a somewhat and held his elbow in the other. unpleasant, formal senior citizen, inside he was very off-balance. It had only been a few days since the judge in An effete maitre d’ came in from the dining room and Crawford County put the Jacobs, Inc. trial on hold. He approached him. broke the news to Jacobs over the phone, not wanting to “Mr. Simmons, your table is ready, Sir.” make the long trip to Terre Haute only to receive a helping of Crafton rose to his feet, smoothed out his wool dinner jacket verbal abuse. The phone offered a nice buffer. He could and followed him into the dining room. He was a regular control the volume or end the conversation if needed. every Thursday evening and always sat at a table near the windows but close enough to the fireplace to keep warm. Predictably, Jacobs threw a tantrum. Crafton waited Snow was falling outside and from his vantage point the patiently while the storm blew itself out and though he had room had a Dickensonian air, a scene from an era he’d a bad temper, his rages didn’t last long. Once he regained 433 434 his composure, the two men formulated their next move. He reached for the glass of wine but was distracted by voices It wasn’t a strong position to be in, but they had no in the lobby and meek protestations from the maitre d’. Two choice other than to wait and see what the court found uniformed state troopers came in and made a beeline to his out – if anything. table. Crafton’s stomach twitched as they approached. They addressed him loud enough for the entire room to hear: Crafton assured him that Mason Wilcotte had been silenced and that there was absolutely no evidence linking the young “Crafton Simmons?” boomed the largest of the men. attorney to himself or Jacobs. He knew that Wilcotte’s death He glanced around the room at the few diners present and would be investigated and instructed his contact to go looked back up at the troopers as his face reddened. through the man’s apartment to remove anything that could “Yes, I’m he. What is the problem?” slightly incriminate them. What bothered him were the “You’ll need to stand, Sir.” The other policeman reached unknowns. What, if anything, would the female attorney in behind his back, unsnapped a pair of handcuffs and held French Lick reveal about the plan in order to lighten her them at the ready. sentence? She had little or nothing to offer which would “What is the meaning of this? I havn’t done anything wrong! bridge the gap between them, but she could stir up trouble You are interrupting my dinner!” Crafton half-stood in front and bring their suit more attention than desired. He of his chair, the wine glass still in his hand. hated waiting and was frustrated at his lack of control “Sir, put down the glass and turn around. You’re under over the situation. arrest.” His voice was firm. “I hardly think so! On what grounds?” The waiter brought his wine out with a basket of bread Simmons held his hands against his yellow sweater vest like wrapped in linen and placed each on the table in front of two broken claws. The larger of the policemen spoke as he him before quietly leaving once more. It irritated Crafton gripped the older man’s shoulder. that the man had not paused to take his order. The mistake “Sir, you are under arrest for the murder of Mason Wilcotte, would be reflected in his tip. now please make this easy on yourself and turn around.” He rotated the old man with one hand.

435 436 Crafton continued protesting, his whine increasing. Chapter 50 “I demand a lawyer. You have no right to do this. I want both of your badge numbers! You will be very sorry!” “Craft, I cannot advise you strongly enough about this. An “You can demand a lawyer once we’ve processed you, Sir. admission of guilt is going to mean the difference between Until then, you have the right to remain silent.” The larger dying in prison or having a few years of freedom left while trooper continued Mirandizing him while the other firmly you’re living.” clicked handcuffs into place and they made their way out. Ross Fraimer sat next to Crafton Simmons on the cell’s Nearly dragging him, they brought him through the lobby bench trying to convince his client. The latter sat and out the entrance, his wingtips scuffing the concrete as motionless, staring straight ahead. He’d been taken to the they crossed the sidewalk to a waiting patrol car. The Crawford County Jail earlier in the evening. It was one in maitre d’s face was aghast as he winced and shrugged at the morning and the night’s events had taken their toll on people waiting for their tables. Everyone watched as the the aging attorney. troopers put the old man into the back seat, his baleful face staring out as they drove away. A few waiters gathered at “Look, we have until later this morning to decide. That’s only the dining room edge, facing the lobby. Behind them, necks seven hours away. Some of that time you’re going to have to craned amidst the questioning murmur of diners wondering use for sleep if you want to be presentable to the judge.” who the man was and what he’d done. “It doesnt matter. My life is over.” Crafton Simmons leaned against the wall. “Has been since Cynthia died. The rest has After a few minutes, his table was cleared and the quiet been nothing but going through the motions.” bustle of public dining resumed. Light snow continued “You need to get ahold of yourself.” Fraimer stood and began falling outside, making delicate patterns on the sidewalk as pacing. His frustration was growing; he wanted a cigarette. it gathered and covered small traces of burgandy polish “I can’t present you to the judge in this state of mind. I’m where Crafton’s shoes had met the rasp of man-made stone. going to need to talk to the prosecutor and make some sort of deal. I need your help here. Come on, Simmons, wake up!” 437 438 Crafton looked over at his attorney. He was ten years younger defense attorney and never have been. I know the guys in and was filled with more energy than he remembered. this district and you don’t.” He paused for effect. “Either “You’ve got a wife, don’t you?” you let me handle your case by my rules or get yourself “Yes, Craft. You were at the wedding, remember?” another attorney. I didn’t get out of my nice warm bed to The old man nodded in thought and looked out as if seeing play second fiddle to a man accused of murder. Especially the day again. one who readily admits he had a hand in it!” “She was beautiful. Young, soft. You made some beautiful children, too, didn’t you?” Crafton smiled. “You always were a pistol, Ross.” He ran “Yes, beautiful wife, beautiful children. Can we discuss this his hand through his snowy white hair and sighed. “Fine. some other time? I’d really like to get a decision out of you You’re in charge. I want my sentence reduced to half and before I leave here!” Fraimer’s voice rose. He was beginning waive trial privilege. I’ll appear in front of the judge...” to lose hope for the old man. Ross interrupted him. “You’ll appear in front of the judge tommorow and plead The old man’s mood shifted. guilty. Then we’ll waltz over to a conference room and have “Fine. I’ll plead guilty. But I want to personally talk to the a nice little talk with the prosector. I’m going to ask for a prosecutor.” Simmons looked up at him with certainty. 10-year sentence, five of those suspended. You make a “Look, I’m your attorney, I do the talking for you. That’s sweet little statement about what you did and who you did it how it works.” He rubbed his forehead and wondered what for and that will be that. Are we in agreement here?” was keeping him there. “Yes.” “Ross, I’m every bit as competent as you are and I can make Crafton’s answer was barely audible. He was lost in thought my own deals.” Crafton’s temper was starting to show. again. He’d never imagined himself in this position. His lifelong career was over, his life would be altered forever. “Good, you’re getting angry. That means you’re snapping Five years in jail. He’d be nearly eighty when he left. He out of it.” Fraimer walked back over to the bench and sat began to wonder if his health would hold out. What would down. “Now, listen to me. You know as well as I do that become of his house and belongings while he was gone? you are in no position to strike deals here. You are not a 439 440 Fraimer spoke again. “I have to get going. Your arraignment The prosecutor finally had the link needed to put the chain is at nine. What you are dressed in will do, but make sure together. Crafton Simmons struck a deal and would serve they let you shave and wash up before your appearance.” four years. Red had pressed for five but Justice Denbo took He stared at him and let his eyes wander to the ground. He pity on the old man and reduced his sentence in exchange knew only part of his words were reaching him. I might as for his testimony and the I.D. of the man he’d paid to well be talking to a post, he thought. murder Wilcotte.

He got up and called for the guard. As he left the cell, he “What if I have some questions I’d like to ask? Am I grinned and called back to him. supposed to sit here and just remain silent?” “Hang in there, old boy. Hopefully we’ll get you a light Carson was agitated. This old fart knows nothing about sentence and you’ll be ready to play golf when you get out.” questioning a convict, he thought, his blood pressure rising. “Of course you can ask a question if you feel I’m not digging He slapped the cell bars twice and left. Crafton slowly raised in the right area. But let me do the bulk of the work. Are his head and stared at the empty hallway, the clang of the we clear on this? I don’t want the man to get shaken shutting cell door still ringing in his ears. because two guys are both attacking him. He might “I don’t play golf, you bastard.” suddenly decide to become forgetful.” Red studied the young detective’s face as it relaxed. “What area are you needing the —— most information on?” Carson exhaled and rubbed his face. “Let me do the questioning. I think he may relate to me “Randy Spillman and Tanya Primor, his involvement with better since we’re closer in age.” Mason Wilcotte, but that’s where it has to stop. We could Red Silmer spoke with Detective Carson and tried his best to ask questions about his contacting and paying Wilcotte’s contain his excitement. The men sat in a small conference murderer, but since that’s Gibson County’s case, we ought to room adjacent to the main courtroom. They had put a small leave that area be for now. I’d hate to step on anyone’s toes. tape recorder with a microphone in the middle of the table. Who knows? I might wanna work there someday.

441 442 The door to the conference room opened and Crafton point, he sharpened his focus. Simmons came in escorted by a deputy. He was dressed in “How did you connect with Wilcotte?” Red asked. He had the county’s orange prisoner jumpsuit and looked as if he’d kept a steady pace with the questions. not slept in a week. “Here’s our man,” the officer stated “I had heard through some sources that an attorney was casually and brought him over to a chair, uncuffed him and available for jobs that were, well, less than savory. I looked stood in front of the door for a moment. Red addressed him. him up. He seemed very willing to do what was required.” “Deputy, if you don’t mind, can you stand outside? I think Carson looked at Silmer and the prosecutor nodded at him. it might go smoother without so many people in the room.” “Did Wilcotte hire anyone beside Tanya Primor to help him?” “Oh, sure. No problem.” “Yes, we needed someone local who knew the area, someone He walked out and closed the door. who could intimidate one of the land owners into selling. One young man had been resisting our offer to buy. His Crafton’s sullen mood was evident when he eyed the men. property held acreage that was located in the middle of the “I hope this doesnt take long. I have a card game waiting.” shale field.” Silmer chuckled and sat down across from him. “What was the man’s name?” “It will only take as long as it needs to, Sir. Everything you “Jason Lambert. He held about fifty acres.” say here today is sworn testimony, are you clear on that?” Carson supressed his anger. The old man bristled. “Let’s not forget I am an attorney. I “Who did Wilcotte hire?” realize what’s supposed to happen here.” “Like I’ve told you repeatedly, Wilcotte and I made an “Fine, that’s fine.” Red glanced at Carson and made a face. agreement from the beginning to not mention names. I only knew about attorney Primor because he brought her up to As questioning unfolded, he related everything he knew me by accident. I do know that he hired a man to go out to about Steven Jacobs and told the two men about the the Lambert property because I gave him the money in cash document forgery and the proposed strip mine. He also told for the payment. He later reported to me the man was going them what Jacobs planned to pay him for his work. Detective to the site that next day.” Carson waited patiently for him to circle around to Mason “Did he hire the man to kill Lambert or scare him?” Wilcotte. When the old man’s story finally reached that “I told Wilcotte to have the problem solved, to deal with it 443 444 however he wanted to. Kill, scare, it didn’t matter to me Chapter 51 which method he chose. This is all academic anyway.” Carson’s eyes widened. “Why’s that?” While driving to Taswell, Detective Carson created various “He man disappeared before the job was done. Wilcotte scenarios in which Jason might have somehow killed Randy never saw him again. I think young Lambert got the better Spillman. None were believable. Randy was twice the young of him somehow. The man never went back to his home and man’s size. Jason would have had to use a weapon and that Wilcotte couldn’t find him anywhere. That’s why we had to didn’t seem likely unless Spillman’s weapon got into Jason’s change the court documents. It was our only other choice.” hands. As much as he admired him, Carson could not Red spoke up. “I guess you never thought about just giving picture Jason being confident enough to gain control of a up. That would have been too hard?” weapon, much less kill another person with it. Crafton glared at him. “You apparently don’t know Steven Jacobs. My fees were contingent on the deal moving forward.” He wound his way back the county road that connected Carson’s face was tight as he spoke. “Sending a hit-man to to Jason’s lane. In Carson’s reckoning, there was still a murder Lambert was the one detail that didn’t work out.” slight possibility that Jason was involved in Spillman’s disappearance. The detective desperately wanted him not to Carson knew Simmons could not have known about be capable of commiting a crime of any kind, much less one Spillman without Wilcotte relaying the information. Randy of that magnitude. There was good chemistry between them Spillman’s house had been watched since his disappearance and he didn’t want anything to ruin it. Still, he knew at and his phone records had been carefully monitored. some point he would have to bring up the subject of Wilcotte’s number turned up several times. They also knew Spillman again. He had to gauge Jason’s reaction, even if it the bartender, Halsy, saw Wilcotte talking to Spillman the meant bruising their new relationship. week before at Ronny’s and had seen the money transfer. The puzzle was fairly complete. Once Jacobs was arrested, Jason was wrestling a large, dead pine near the gate when the case would be closed. The fish kept getting bigger Carson reached the top of the hill. The detective got out of with each arrest. But Carson was left wondering about the car and walked over to him, amazed at his energy.. the smaller ones. “What did that tree do to you?” 445 446 Jason laughed. “It’s not what it did to me, it’s what it is “Always. Where were you when I was building the cabin?” going to do for me.” “Probably still in training. But I’m here now, where’s the Carson walked closer. next victim?” “Well, what can I do for you?” “Down over the hill, there’s some pines that got knocked He scanned the area and then reached behind Jason’s waist over in a winter storm. I’m just using a bucksaw and and kissed him on the neck. pulling them up here with my truck.” “You can keep doing that all you want, Officer.” “I wish I’d have known. I have a chainsaw we could use.” Peter stood back and looked at the tree. Jason shook his head. “Nah. I don’t like those, too noisy. I’d “I’m trying to figure it out, but I guess you’re going to have rather just saw it by hand. Besides, I need the workout.” to tell me what you are up to.” “OK, well, show me where the work is, boss.” Jason let the tree drop and smirked. “You know, for a detective you sure don’t seem to gather They finished blocking the gap and were sitting in the cabin clues very well.” a few hours later. Jason gouged the back of his hand and Peter’s eyes closed halfway. “OK, just tell me, smart-ass.” was on the couch with a cloth wrapped around it. He was “Well, there’s a gap between the gate and the other trees. sipping a beer. I’ve seen some motorcycle or four-wheeler tracks back in the “How’s your hand doing?” field and I figured this is where they’re getting through.” Peter sat next to him with his arm on Jason’s back. “Ahhh, so you’re going to block the way. Do you think they “Better. I usually get hurt every time I come down here. might be able to move these out of the way? I mean, you After awhile you just get used to the fact that this place is can lift them, why couldn’t they?” going to leave scars on you, physical or otherwise.” “See, you underestimate me. I’m going to use more than The detective saw an opening. “Ooh, that sounded cryptic. just this tree. I’m going to put about five trees here. I figure Tell me more.” they’re going to have to do an awful lot of work just to get in Jason looked at him, wondering what he could tell and what and they may figure it’s not worth it.” he couldn’t. He liked Peter very much. It felt like love could “Do you need some help?” develop, but they’d only known each other a few weeks and Carson was looking around for more trees. it was only the third time they’d been together. He also 447 448 knew Peter Carson was a detective – a good one. happened and part of me just wants to let it go. I was “There’s not much to tell, Peter. Most of it you already know.” hoping you’d trust me enough to tell me but if you don’t... “See, that’s the part that gets my interest up. You said most well, it might become a weird place for us. I don’t like that.” of it. What’s the rest of it?” Jason moved over near the door and looked out without Jason went to the table and put his beer down. After pulling answering. out a chair, he unwrapped the cloth and studied the back of Carson spoke up at him. “Some new information has come his hand. out I think you should hear. Crafton Simmons’ testimony “You know, that works the other way too.” revealed Spillman was sent out here by that attorney, the “Whaddya mean?” Peter followed him. Wilcotte guy. They apparently paid him to do something “Well, I would like to think you trusted me enough to know to you.” that what happened wasn’t my fault and just leave it alone.” Jason took a slug of beer. Peter’s face filled with concern and he sat down in the “So? What’s that got to do with anything? He’s a lawyer. opposite chair. They all lie, you know that.” “So, something did happen.” His composure was even and his affect was flat but his mind Jason was motionless. He stared at the floor. It’s now or was churning. never, he thought. He cleared his throat. “I’m not saying “Look, I don’t mean to dig into difficult stuff...” anything happened and I’m not saying anything didn’t.” He “Yeah, you do. That’s exactly what you mean to do.” studied the other man. “I like you too, Peter. Very much. Jason was not handling the situation as well as he’d like. And I trust you and respect you. It meant a lot that you Remain calm, he told himself. Just cool down. came out to me up here. That was extremely brave. It made “Well, I guess you’re right. I do. But not for the reasons me really interested in you, right away.” you think.” “But?” Carson moved closer to him. “There’s no buts. I was done talking.” “Jason, I really like you. I’d like to get to know as much as “So, that’s it.” Carson shook his head. “You know, you possible about you. Part of me wants to figure out what kinda put me in a tough position. I have a pretty good idea

449 450 that you and Spillman ran into each other. Past that point, I “Same here, buddy. Same here.” Carson’s tone was sly. don’t have a clue. He’s gone... you’re still here. He was the “That’s not what I meant.” bad guy, you’re the good guy. He probably deserved Jason walked behind Carson and put his arms around him. whatever happened to him, but if a crime was committed...” “Shit, what are we gonna do?” he sighed. “What? If there was a crime committed what?” Jason’s face held look of disgust. “See, this is what I don’t get about Peter stood up and turned around as he slid his arms police. Some things are better left alone! But no, you guys around Jason’s back. just keep picking at the scab until it bleeds and then all hell “I don’t know about you, but I’m going to drink another beer breaks loose.” and enjoy my weekend.” He kissed him and stood there, He stood and shoved the chair under the table. It hit the their faces close as he continued. “Look, even if I found out edge with a crack. something about you, it doesn’t mean I’m going to do any- “Until you have any evidence otherwise, Detective Carson, I thing about it. I just thought you might want to talk to me guess your little interrogation is over. I think you’d better about it, get it off your chest. That’s all. If you don’t, you leave.” don’t. I’m not going to bring it up again,” he whispered, nuzzling He crossed the room to the door, opened it and stood there, Jason’s neck, “especially if it means getting another performance watching the floor, his jaw set. like that one.” Jason chuckled. “You know, I was in a few plays in high Peter Carson looked at him and began smiling. Then the school. The lead roles, of course.” smile broke into a laugh. It was infectous and Jason fought “Oh, of course.” Peter’s face held subtle humor and he it. Soon he was laughing as well, realizing how he must look. tightened his arms. “I’m sure you knocked ’em dead.” “That was soooo dramatic. Were you in theatre?” Carson Jason’s eyes widened for a split second but he forgot what sputtered between guffaws. he was thinking by the time they hit the couch.

“Oh shut up.” Jason was embarrassed. He closed the door again. “You really get me going, you know that?”

451 452 Chapter 52 stained with fly droppings. She decided it was time to make the curtains she’d planned on so many years earlier. In a Lurleen saw Ruby pull up as the little red car clattered to a burst of ambition, she brought her sewing machine out to stop. She held a curtain back with one hand, the other held the kitchen table. The new ones went up that evening, but a cigarette aloft. The curtain was oddly familiar but stiff and the results were bittersweet. They warmed the kitchen with new and it drew her attention. Peaches and apples in pink nostalgic charm but also brought up images of her husband. and orange on a red field with accents of yellow. She looked at the fabric and memories welled up from an earlier time. Lurleen drew on her cigerette and quickly stuffed the memories back inside, not wanting to feel the loss. She left She had fond memories of her husband teasing her about the window, letting the curtain drop and opened the the colors. He’d said it looked like she was going to open a refrigerator to see what she could offer to drink. There whorehouse with all that red. She missed his rough embrace wasn’t much. A gallon of water from the tap in an old milk and his large hands, the way he kept her laughing with jug and two cans of Fresca that she didn’t remember buying. jokes he picked up from his buddies on the line at the tent She supposed she could make coffee if it came to that and factory. He had died in that factory, in a fire. It was the hoped Ruby wasn’t too thirsty. A box of Bugles was in the same week she’d bought the fabric. cupboard. She brought them down and got out two glasses.

Riding the swirling emotions his absence created, she Ruby reached the door with Taylor on her hip and a bag in packed the material away and forgot about it. The box it her other hand. Lurleen heard her on the metal stairs. She was packed into came down with the rest of her belongings put her cigarette out and went to the door as Ruby let the when she moved from Chicago after retiring. She’d unpacked boy down with one hand. it while throwing out unwanted things in an effort to minimilize clutter. “Hey there!” Lurleen bent down and smiled at Taylor. “What’s he doing with you?” The old curtains had hung in drab shafts, torn in places and Ruby brushed past them and went into the kitchen.

453 454 “Lurly, I’m getting too old to do much more carrying. He “So, this guy Halsy. What’s so important about him?” better learn to walk pretty soon. How’s things going?” “Well, gimme a minute and I’ll tell ya. He’s a really nice guy, “ ’Bout the same as usual. I think I can finally relax now, Lurly and my Vesta has been living with him since she left but I’ll tell you all about that in a minute. What’s the deal the shelter. I guess he’s been helping her through all the with Taylor? Where’s Vesta?” legal stuff she’s been going through and all, and, well...” Ruby laughed and grabbed the other woman’s arm. Ruby paused, hoping for drama but Lurleen grew impatient. “Well, that’s one of the things I was gonna tell you about “Well, what? Is she pregnant again, Ruby?” when I got here. It’s killing me, Lurly. I need to spill the “Oh my goodness, no! But they’re gonna get married. Can beans before I bust.” you believe it? My girl is finally gettin’ married!” “Well, hell, sit down and spill ’em. I got some good stuff too, so make it fast.” The excitement was lost on Lurleen. She gave Ruby a dry “Whattya got to drink? I’m thirsty.” look with her eyes half-open. “Well, not much. Water or Fresca and there ain’t no ice.” “This is the news you’ve been busting to tell me?” “I’ll take Fresca as long as it’s cold.” It was a statement more than a question. Ruby’s face fell. “It is – get started.” “Lurleen, my daughter ain’t never had a real weddin’ and she’s been through a lot. The least you could do is act Ruby chuckled as she took her seat. She opened the baby excited for me. I mean, jeez, she’s finally going to be legally bag and got Taylor his stuffed lamb. The boy played on the married and that boy is gonna have a daddy. It’s what I’ve floor in front of her while the two women talked. been hoping for, Lurly, don’t you see?” “You know the guy that bartends down at Ronny’s?” Lurleen stood up. “No, I don’t. I don’t hang out in bars, remember?” “OK, ok. I just don’t count my chickens like other people. Lurleen sat down and handed her a can of Fresca. That girl has told you enough stories in the past and so far “Well, I thought maybe at least you’d heard of him.” the only one that ever came true is down there by your leg.” “Hnh uh. Who is he?” She motioned down at Taylor as she went to the refrigerator “His name’s Halsy. He’s been down there about since Ronny to get a Fresca. opened, well, at least since he got his liquor license.” “That’s not a very nice thing to say, Lurly. I drove out here 455 456 to have a nice talk and so far you ain’t been nothin’ but “Oh, that. Well, that lawsuit is done with. I ’spect it will be pissy. I coulda spent the day finishin’ laundry.” in the paper soon, but that Jacobs guy is sittin’ behind bars Lurleen laughed. now and his lawyer killed that same guy that was out here “Ruby, you’re awful sensitive today. Drink your Fresca, trying to get me to sell.” She fixed Ruby with a meaningful you’ll feel better.” stare. “Don’t that beat all? Their own guy!” She dropped to her chair and tilted her head at her friend. Ruby shook her head, wide-eyed. “Dang, Lurleen, these guys “Look, if it’s going to happen, then great. The girl deserves are real criminals. How’d they catch him?” someone nice, if he’s really nice like you say he is. I just “That guy that was out here, Wilcotte? He wrote the judge a don’t like seeing you get your hopes up again. I’ve seen letter from the grave. Told him everything.” what happens when the shit hits the fan. You usually get “From the grave? What does that mean?” the fallout. Believe it or not, I care about your feelings.” “It means he knew he was gonna get killed and wrote it Ruby brightened. beforehand and told someone to send it if anything “Well, Lurleen Briscoe, if I didn’t know better I’d swear you happened to him.” just said you cared about me.” Lurleen supressed a grin and got out another cigarette. Ruby held her head at an angle and blinked her eyes. “No, I didn’t. I said I cared about your feelings.” “Wow, this is just like a movie. I mean, right here in Ruby laughed. Crawford County. Dang, Lurleen, I can’t believe it.” “You might be able to fool everbody else, but I know deep “Oh, I know. It’s pretty hard to swallow, but that’s what my down inside-a you there’s a big ol’ heart.” lawyer told me. And I’d believe anything he said. In fact, with his looks, he could tell me lies all day and I’d just be Lurleen noticed the toddler and put the cigarette away. happy to sit there and listen.” “So, when’s the wedding?” “Oh, yeah, Vesta’s told me all about him. Tall and sexy. “They ain’t said. I guess it’ll be sometime this spring. I hope Redson, right?” so anyway, ’cause I ain’t ready yet. Hey, what was you “Yeah, that’s him.” Lurleen sighed. “Well, anyway, Jacobs gonna tell me about?” and his lawyer are both in jail without bond and that Primor woman is doin’ community service for the next year or two.” 457 458 Ruby snorted. “Hell, she should be in jail, too. I tell ya, she the night before and get my paper from ya early!” nearly got my daughter put away. Vesta can’t ever work in a Ruby laughed with a mouth full of Bugles. courthouse again. Has to go around cleaning up the park “Go right ahead. Me and Taylor will be there rolling them up, and all. It coulda been really bad.” right boy?” Ruby rubbed the back of her neck. She looked down at the toddler. He was delicately trying to “Not that it matters anymore. I guess Halsy don’t want her to pick off the lambs eye with two fingers, stopping as Ruby work anyways. Says he wants her to stay home and take handed him a cone-shaped snack. care of things. You know, they’re out looking for a new place right now. That’s why I got Taylor.” Lurleen left the table, went to the window and peered out at Lurleen was dismissive. the hill. It occurred to her that she had not spoken to Jason “That ain’t gonna last. Soon as Taylor’s grown, she’s gonna since their trial. want her own money and then she’ll get bored with the “Hey, those are new curtains, arent they?” Ruby asked. house. Wait and see. You want something to munch on? I’m Lurleen was lost in thought and didn’t answer. She saw the kinda hungry.” detective’s car earlier that day and began to put two and two together about the men. She emptied the box of Bugles in a bowl and put them on “Lurly, the curtains. New, right?” the table. Ruby immediately grabbed a handful and popped Lurleen turned around. “Hmm...? Oh, I made ’em last week.” several in her mouth. Her speech became garbled with food. “Well, they look like something my mom had in her kitchen. “Oh, no, Vesta says she’s perfectly willing to stay home. And I like ’em, though. Red’s a good color for this place.” you know, Lurleen, I think she’s telling the truth. I don’t “Yeah? You know, that material is from the fifties. I’ve had it think she really ever wanted to work in the first place. It forever, just never got it out and used it.” was just some kind of security blanket, just in case.” Lurleen reached for the bowl and took a few. Lurleen became quiet and went inward. In that instant she “Well, you could be right. Anyway, I guess they’re going to decided her memories should be like old friends. It might be cover the whole thing in the paper. So you’re gonna be the nice to dwell on them for a change instead of packing them first to know and I want to be second. I might just come over away. Like the curtain’s fabric, her fondest remembrances 459 460 came from much earlier times and they steered her thoughts arms. The old woman’s thoughts flowed like the spring in toward her husband. Her melancholy felt good in that front of her trailer. She basked in their depths as the fabric of moment and the memory of buying the fabric was strangely time wrapped around her and kept her warm. comforting. She held a smile that was barely noticable and a tear ran down her cheek.

“Hon, are you OK?” Ruby’s face filled with concern. Lurleen chuckled and wiped her eyes. “Yeah, I’m OK. Just a silly old woman who likes to reminisce now and then.” She went back to the table. “Ruby, I’m glad you’re here. It’s nice to just sit and talk like this once in a while.” She patted Ruby’s forearm and smiled at her. Ruby looked at her sideways. “Lurleen, you’re gettin’ all weepy and weird like my aunt Zelma used to. They ended up puttin’ her on some kind of medication.” “Oh, I don’t need no medication. Sometimes I like feeling this way. It’s about time I let things take their course instead of burying them. Ya gotta clean out them closets sometimes, right? Let me tell you ’bout that material.”

Lurleen spent the afternoon telling Ruby things about her past, letting her memories spill out, regardless of the outcome. The valley was hers again and she felt safe in its 461 462 Midmorning in summer, the ridge becomes quiet. Birds A nest of ants near the outcropping becomes alive with motion complete their morning songs and begin searching for food. as a signal of alarm passes quickly through the colony. Wave The sun’s heat is not yet strong enough for crickets and after wave of ants boil out of the hole, carrying eggs and cicadas to sing. Occasional buzzing of flies or bees are pupae in their jaws. They quickly run to whatever safety they the only insect noises. The forest becomes a cathedral of can find, making a temporary bivouac in the leaves while near-silence, the trees are pillars of brown and grey, their scouts search for their next home. Hot steam winds through tops dance in the breeze as sunlight streams down on their tunnels and the air surrounding the rock fills with outcroppings in soft rays. noxious vapor.

Deep below the roots of the trees, the earth suddenly Sulphurous steam rises unnoticed for a few years until yet awakens with a shudder. A fractional shift of tectonic plates another tremor widens the fissure, allowing the first trickle of releases enormous energy and the shockwave reverberates lava to erupt. It quickly disintegrates the surrounding layers throughout the region. It is heard as a low, muffled roar. of sandstone. It cools and hardens, staving the pressure tem- Animals become motionless waiting for further signs of porarily, forming a cap which exacerbates the situation. The danger. A squirrel chatters in a hickory tree but resumes his ground surrounding the area bloats with mounting pressure. activity as silence returns to the ridge once more. The ridge awaits its next phase. The frailty of life balanced The shift of plates does not come without cost. A crack has on the thin wire of cause and effect, intrusion and retreat. formed in the limestone bedrock and with it the fate of the The animal remains of prehistory and towering columns of ridge changes inexorably. Thousands of feet below, hardwood soon interfuse with modern structures, becoming pressurized liquid gas and lava seek any opening. The fissure a puzzled melange in the spiraling gyre of constant change, soon fills with water. As it meets the super-heated material, it the universal and unstoppable force of all existence. vaporizes and rushes upward, reaming the fissure wider with it’s force, boring an opening for molten rock or gases to make their way to the surface.

463 464 Epilogue: Oil Shale Realities utilizes strip mining. Raw material is transported to a pro- cessing site where it is heated to 850ºF while hydrogen is In western Colorado, near Parachute Creek, an 1800s added in a process called “pyrolisis”. The waste material is settler built a log cabin. He found black rock near his site stabilized and disposed of. Both processes use vast amounts that was abundant and easy to cut, so he decided to make of water. his chimney and fireplace out of it. Upon the cabin’s When energy and water requirements were combined with completion, he invited neighbors over to celebrate. He lit a monetary costs, producing shale oil in any significant fire in the fireplace. Soon the fireplace, chimney and entire quantity made it cost-prohibitive and yielded extremely low cabin caught on fire. The rock he used was was oil shale. profit margins. Following the ’70s oil shortages, large oil companies worked in Western states on the richest oil shale “Oil shale” is a misnomer. Oil is not present nor is the stone reserves known. They spent billions of dollars on varieties of actually shale. The flammable material is kerogen. The methods to try to extract shale oil in a profitable manner. “shale” is known as marl. With proper processing, kerogen converts into a petroleum-like liquid. However, it must go Processing oil shale continues to go through cycles of through a heating process (much like nature produces oil development and commercialization without achieving any from raw components) to be changed into a substance real progress toward competitive cost of production. similar to crude. This liquid must then be reprocessed to Engineering and mining companies have worked on logistical get medium-grade oil which rates between the two currently and technical problems of extracting oil from the 1970s known crude types available. to the present. Recently, many of these companies have participated in new research using applied cyclone The Economic Cost technology to raise the grade of raw oil shale while it is mined. When remaining oil reserves become depleted, these There are two ways to process oil shale. The first uses new techologies will be applied, moving us inexorably explosives to break up the shale underground. It is then torward utilizing oil shale as a viable – albeit costly – heated to ultra-high temperatures by steam injection to energy source. obtain gases and liquids from wells. The second method 465 466 The Human Cost The Ecological Cost

Workers involved in oil shale mining and processing are Oil from oil shale is the most polluting source of energy exposed to complex mixtures of dusts, gases and vapors. The currently being developed. Huge amounts of energy are dusts contain high levels of crystalline silica and the air required during production and carbon dioxide emissions are which workers breathe includes carbon monoxide, hydrogen released into the atmosphere at a rate sixty percent higher sulphide and low levels of polynuclear compounds. than is released by conventional crude oil production. A vast Where skin contact with crude shale oil occurs, so does amount of carbon is locked in oil shale. Development cancer. The following are just a few examples: and production would release copious quantities of green- • Shale oils tested positive for carcinogenicity in experiments house gases, making it impossible to stop the greenhouse on mice. Samples from USSR, Estonia, the Colorado Green effect and it’s resulting climate damage. It is forcasted that River Formation and China all resulted in malignant skin 85,000 barrels of shale oil could be produced daily. This tumors. would mean a horrifying six to nine million tons of carbon • A link between shale oils and skin cancers – particularly of the scrotum – was demonstrated in 65 cases from the dioxide would be belched into our atmosphere every year. Scottish shale oil industry. Oily wastewater is a byproduct of the process used to •In the UK, over 2,000 cases of skin cancer were recorded among textile workers exposed to oils that are shale-derived. recover oil from oil shale. For every barrel of oil recovered, two and a half barrels of liquid waste are pumped into • A study of shale oil workers in the U.S. found excesses of total cancer and colon cancer. A study of shale oil workers in enormous holding ponds. In Hythe, the Syncrude pond, Estonia found pronounced excesses of skin cancer. which measures 14 miles in circumference, has 20 feet of

• In Hythe, 300 miles northwest of Edmonton, Alberta, oil murky water on top of a 133-foot-thick pudding of sand, silt, projects that encircle the farm of Wiebo Ludwig have killed clay and unrecovered oil. livestock, caused miscarriages among women in his family ———— and caused birth defects in his grandchildren. The U.S. has nearly two-thirds of the world’s oil shale reserves.

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