Warlock

“By God!” old McQuown whispered. “By God, George Holloway, you are calling us liars!”

“I am,” the judge said calmly. “Maybe not this time, but I say you have been other times. You just swore to me on the Bible to tell the whole truth, and I am asking you on your oath if you people haven’t been liars in court before this time.”

Old McQuown didn’t speak.

“You going to answer, Ike, or not?”

“Be damned to you!” old McQuown said hoarsely.

“Judge,” Chet Haggin said. “If you make us out liars it don’t make Bud there not one.”

“No, it don’t. But the point I am making is that it don’t signify that the bunch of you is swearing one way, and him another.” The judge took off his glasses and tapped the earpiece against the Bible. Carefully he pushed the stack of six-shooters farther along the table. “Now, the next thing,” he said, “is how you all saw Joh

“Swore to that already,” old McQuown said, in the hoarse voice.

“You don’t mind if we run through it again, though — since I wasn’t there. Now there was light enough to see by, was there?”

“Three lamps burning. Ought to’ve been.”

“It was light enough, all right,” Whitby said.

“But he didn’t come inside, did he? Thought you said he stayed outside and just kicked the door open.”

“Said he was outside.”

“Dark outside, though, wasn’t it?”

Old McQuown did not reply. He looked from face to face around him, twisting his head so as to look Kate Dollar in the eye. He grunted scornfully, and lay back on his pallet, panting from the exertion.

“Now, what I am trying to get at here,” the judge said, “isn’t just that every man knows how a man outside can see fine into a lit-up room, but a man in a lit-up room can’t see outside when it’s dark anywhere near as good. That’s not what I’m getting at.” He scowled and held up a hand as Whitby started to speak.

“I am just trying to make certain you are sure of your man, is all,” he went on. “Now I am asking you to think back hard, Ike, and you, boys — in view of the fact there’s been some talk that Blaisedell rode down there himself the night Abe McQuown got murdered. I am asking you if you are absolutely dead certain sure that the man you saw shoot Abe McQuown down was Joh

There was a sudden excited rustle of comment in the doorway. Whitby whispered triumphantly, “Why, by God, maybe it was at that! Say! Neckerchief pulled up over his face, but—” His eyes narrowed cu

“You was closer to the door than the rest, huh, Quint?” the judge said.

“Cousin Ike!” Wash Haggin said. “It is a trick!”

“Hold on there!” old McQuown shouted. Pike Ski

The judge said mildly, “It is hard to see a man clear when he is out in the dark and you in the light.”

“I say it was Bud Ga

“Hush up, now,” the judge said. They shouted back and forth at each other until old McQuown gave up and lay back on his pallet in exhaustion again.

“You just listen to me,” the judge said. “I am going to sum things up now, and I will have quiet in here to do it. Now, here is Joh

“Damned right they’ll swear the same!” Wash Haggin cried.

“—but as I said before, it doesn’t signify. So now I’ll take up things brought in against Joh

“Then there is that Joh

“He did it!” old McQuown shouted.

“Hush. Now the next thing, that he got stabbed through the hand somehow and went out swearing he would get even for it — that sounds reasonable, and I might believe it. And he might have said that he and Blaisedell was going to get even, knowing the people he was talking to was edgy about Blaisedell.

“But this don’t get him to killing Abe McQuown, which is what is primary here. Whitby, and you, Ike, swear you saw him and it was Ga

He slapped his hand down on the table top with a report like a revolver shot. “Dismissed!” he said. “I say there is no evidence Joh

Old McQuown spat on the floor. Whitby, red-faced still, laughed harshly, and Wash Haggin stared hard at Ga

“Hearing’s adjourned,” Judge Holloway said hastily. He took off his spectacles and put them, the derringer, and the Bible away in the drawer. “So now you can tell me what you think of me without offending the court, Ike.”

Old McQuown glared around the jail with eyes full of tears and hate. “My son is killed,” he said. “My son is backshot before my eyes, and not a man anywhere to do anything about it.”

“There is plenty to do something, Cousin Ike,” Wash Haggin said.

“I guess that is my place, Dad McQuown,” Ga

Old McQuown grunted as though in pain. He didn’t look at the deputy. “I reckon you won’t be doing anything if there is a man anywhere,” he said. He looked back at the judge. “Come here after justice, George Holloway, even knowing you was a Yankee.”

“Ike,” the judge said gently. “You said you’d accept what I decided. Are you going to crawfish now?”

“I am! Because I see my son shot down and the cowardly bugger that did it walk free!”

“How many walked free because your son and his people went up to Bright’s City and perjured them off?” the judge said.

“I trusted you, George Holloway,” the old man said, shaking his head. “And you have tricked and thrown us down today, and mocked an old man with his son dead. I come in here against my inclination, and these boys too. I thought soon or late we was going to have to face up to a change in things, but I see it is dog eat dog like always, and justice only what you make yourself.”

“Bud,” Wash Haggin said to Ga

Kate Dollar sat up very stiffly. All eyes turned on Ga

“Wash,” Ga