Зеленая миля

Chapter 3

           Becausethatwastrue,too,Percyhadbeenquiet,formostofhisshifthe’dhadaswatchoffriction-tapeacrosshismouthandthebesthe’dbeenabletocomeupwithwasmmmph,mmmph,mmmph.

           CurtiskeptPercythereuntileighto’clock,Percyassilentasacigar-storeIndianbutalotmoreeerie.BythenHalMooreshadarrived,lookinggrimbutcompetent,readytoclimbbackintothesaddle.CurtisAndersonlethimdojustthat,andwithasighofrelieftherestofuscouldalmosthear.Thebewildered,frightenedoldmanwasgone;itwastheWardenwhostrodeuptoPercy,grabbedhimbytheshoulderswithhisbighands,andshookhimhard.

           "Son!"heshoutedintoPercy’sblankfaceafacethatwasalreadystartingtosoftenlikewax,Ithought."Son!Doyouhearme?Talktomeifyouhearme!Iwanttoknowwhathappened!"

           NothingfromPercy,ofcourse.AndersonwantedtogettheWardenaside,discusshowtheyweregoingtohandleititwasapoliticalhotpotatoiftherehadeverbeenonebutMooresputhimoff,atleastforthetimebeing,anddrewmedowntheMile.JohnCoffeywaslyingonhisbunkwithhisfacetothewall,legsdanglingoutrageously,astheyalwaysdid.Heappearedtobesleepingandprobablywas...buthewasn’talwayswhatheappeared,aswehadfoundout.

           "Didwhathappenedatmyhousehaveanythingtodowithwhathappenedherewhenyougotback?"Mooresaskedinalowvoice."I’llcoveryouasmuchasIcan,evenifitmeansmyjob,butIhavetoknow.

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