Зеленая миля

Chapter 5

           Itwascolderthistime,andforthefirsttimeIwonderedwhatmighthappenifJohnCoffeyweresuddenlytorunamok.Wehadourguns,wecouldshoothim,butactuallytakinghimdownmightnotbeeasytodo.

           IsawsimilarthoughtsonBrutal’sface,butWhartonjustwentongrinninghisstoned,loose-lippedgrin’Wheredoyouthinkyou’regoing?"heasked.ItcameoutsomethinglikeWherrafinkyerrgone?

           Coffeystoodstill,lookingfirstatWharton,thenatWharton’shand,thenbackintoWharton’sface.Icouldnotreadthatexpression.ImeanIcouldseetheintelligenceinit,butIcouldn’treadit.AsforWharton,Iwasn’tworriedabouthimatall.Hewouldn’trememberanyofthislater;hewaslikeadrunkwalkinginablackout.

           "You’reabadman,"Coffeywhispered,andIcouldn’ttellwhatIheardinhisvoicepainorangerorfear.Maybeallthree.Coffeylookeddownatthehandonhisarmagain,thewayyoumightlookatabugwhichcouldgiveyouareallynastybite,haditamind.

           "That’sright,nigger,"Whartonsaidwithableary,cockysmile."Badasyou’dwant."

           Iwassuddenlypositivethatsomethingawfulwasgoingtohappen,somethingthatwouldchangetheplannedcourseofthisearlymorningascompletelyasacataclysmicearthquakecanchangethecourseofariver.Itwasgoingtohappen,andnothingIoranyofusdidwouldstopit.

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