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1 Do you know any of john Grisham's books, or any of the movies from his
· books? What kind of stories does he write?
2 Read the first four lines of Chapter 1. What do you think this story is
about?
3 What picture do you have of small towns in the south of the United
States? Discuss the houses and the stores, the people and their lives.
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ord County in Mississippi isn't the most exciting place in the United
F States. Not much happens in Clanton, the small town at the center
of Ford County. Most of the time it's quiet and people live there without
any big problems. Most of the time ...
But in March 1970, something did happen in Clanton. There was a
murder. You don't forget a murder. Thirty years later, I can remember
everything about that day. My name is Willie Traynor, and in 1970 I was
the editor of the Ford County !Jewspaper, the Times. I talked to the dead
woman's sister and her neighbors. I talked to the lawyers and the police. I
wrote the story for the Times, and some weeks later I sat through the trial.
And I was a friend of one of the jurors.
Rhoda Kassellaw was the dead woman. She met her killer in a bar.
They talked and then they danced. But when the man wanted more, she
pushed him away. He was very angry. Rhoda left the bar and he followed
her home. He saw the light in her bedroom, and he quietly went in the
back door. Rhoda's killer had a knife and he cut her many times.
Rhoda's neighbor, Mr. Deece, found her. Before she died, she spoke to
him. "Danny Padgitt," she said. "It was Danny Padgitt." Those were her
last words. Mr. Deece called the hospital and the police, but it was too
late for Rhoda.
county /'kaunti/ (n) Each county in the state of Mississippi has a number of towns in it.
murder !'ma-d;~/ (n/v) A killing is murder when the killer wanted to kill the dead person. It
was not an accident.
editor / eddta-/ (n) The editor is the top man (or woman) in a newspaper office.
lawyer /'bja-/ (n) When you have a problem with the police, a lawyer can help you . Lawyers
understand the laws of a country better than other people.
trial /'trai;}l/ (n) After the police catch somebody, there is often a trial. Then that person is
free again-or not.
juror /'d3ura-/ (n) At important trials there are twelve men and women jurors.
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Danny Padgitt drove away from Rhoda's house as fast as he could. But
it was dark and Danny was afraid. He didn't drive carefully. When an
animal ran across the road in front of him, his car left the road. It turned
over, then hit a tree. Danny climbed out through a window. Then he saw
the blue lights of a police car.
Danny Padgitt lived outside Clanton, near the Big Brown River, with
his family. The Padgitts were a bad family and they usually stayed away
from the town. The people of Clanton stayed away from them, too. The
Padgitts had a lot of money; but nobody knew how, or how much. "It's
dirty money," people said. "The Padgitts hurt people. They killed for
their money."
I heard a lot of stories about the Padgitts when I came to Clanton.
They were all bad stories. But I never met any of the family.
I heard about Danny Padgitt at about midnight and I went quickly
to the town jail. There were a lot of policemen outside the jail. A police
jail / d3eil/ (n) When people do something very bad, they go to jail ..
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car arrived and Danny Padgitt got out. There was blood on his clothes. I
started to think about my story'for the newspaper.
Sheriff Coley came out of the jail and I pushed through the policemen.
"Sheriff, can you answer some questions, please? What can you tell me
about the murder?" I asked him.
"A white woman, age thirty-one," he said.
"Did you arrest anybody?" I asked.
"Yes, we arrested a man, but I can't give you his name now. .flsk me
again in two or three hours."
"Danny Padgitt?"
"I can't say, M r. Traynor."
I left the jail and drove to Rhoda's house. There were police cars
outside, and some of her neighbors.
"I think Rhoda had a boyfriend," one man told me. "He's a lawyer in
town." But he didn't know the man's name.
I asked some other neighbors about Rhoda, but she lived quietly. Most
people didn't know much about her.
I wrote my story for the front page of the newspaper. Next to it, I
put a picture of Danny Padgitt outside the jail. He was between two
policemen. We sold a lot of newspapers that week.
The people of Clanton talked about the Kassellaw murder in every
cafe and bar in town. They also talked about it at their dinner tables .in
many Clanton homes. Callie Ruffin's home was one of them.
Every Thursday I had lunch at the house of Esau a!ld Callie Ruffin.
In 1970, black people and white people didn't live on t~e same streets. In
Clanton, black people lived in Lowtown. This was across town from my
house. The Ruffin house was in Lowtown.
I first met Callie Ruffin when I wrote a story about her family.
Everybody in Clanton called her Miss Callie. She had eight children, and
blood / blAd/ (n) When you cut your finger, red blood runs out.
sheriff /'Jenf/ (n) The sheriff is the most important policeman in an American town.
arrest / a'rest/ (v) When you do something very wrong, the police will arrest you.
cafe / kre'fei/ (n) You can usually eat quickly and for little money in a cafe.
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seven of them were college teachers. Her youngest son, Sam, was the first
black child at the white school in Clanton. The children didn't live in
Ford County now-only Esau and Miss Callie were left in the house in
Lowtown.
Miss Callie liked to cook and I liked to eat. So every Thursday, she
invited me to lunch. The vegetables came from their yard and she was
a wonderful cook. Sometimes Esau ate with us, but usually it was Miss
Callie and
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me. .
She always read every page of the Times, and sh~ found every little
mistake in it. "There's an 'a' in 'theater';" or "You used the wrong word
there, Mr. Traynor." It was four years before she called me Willie.
The Thursday after the murder, Miss Callie and I talked about it. She
felt sad for Rhoda Kassellaw's family.
"In fifty years I don't remember a worse thing in Clanton," she said.
"Aren't you afraid of the Padgitts? Your story on the front page of the
newspaper was very bad for Danny."
"I'm only doing my job," I said. "I write the truth."
"The Padgitts. have a· lot of money. They can buy people, or hurt
people. They will want to help Danny. So be careful."
'Til be careful," I said.
But I didn't think about our conversation again that day.
The next morning, a man arrived at my office and put a gun down
on my desk. I knew his face, but not his name.
"I'm Harry Rex Vonner," he said. "Do you have a gun? You can have
this one."
I was a city boy from Memphis. I didn't know anything about guns,
but I was afraid of them.
"It's a Smith and Wesson .38," said Harry Rex. "A good gun. Can you
use it?"
''I don't think I can," I said.
"Come to my house this evening and I'll show you. I know these
truth / tru:9/ (n) When your story is right, you are tell ing the truth.
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Padgitts-they're a dangerous family. And they won't like you very much
now."
Harry Rex was a lawyer in ·Clanton. He taught me about the gun and
he taught me a lot about the Padgitts. After this, I carried the Smith and
Wesson with me every day. But it was too big for my jacket, so I started
to leave it in the car. Then, after two or three weeks,. I forgot about it.
The town was quiet again. The Padgitts didn't come into Clanton,
and we heard nothing about them. It was summer and it was hot. People
didn't forget about the trial, but they stopped tal~ing about it all the
time. The town waited. And in Clanton's jail, Danny Padgitt waited, too.
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T he lawyer for the State was Ernie Gaddis. Danny Padgitt's lawyer
was Lucien Wilbanks. He was not a nice man. But the most
important people at the trial were the jurors-twelve men and women
from Ford County. Was Danny Padgitt guilty of murder? They had to
find the answer.
Callie Ruffin was one of the jurors. She was die first black woman juror
in Ford County. She was excited, but a little afraid.
"How will I know the truth about Danny Padgitt?" s~e asked me one
Thursday lunchtime.
"You listen carefully to the lawyers. Then you discuss it with the other
jurors. You'll know, Miss Callie."
guilty !'gdti! (adj) When you do something bad, you are guilty of that.
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"And the death penalty? Who says that a guilty man has to die?"
"The jurors."
"Oh, no. I don't think I can do that."
Miss Callie didn't want her lunch after that. She was very quiet.
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Danny Padgitt's trial started in June. I looked around the courtroom on
the first day. The Padgitt family were there, near Lucien Wilbanks. Ernie
Gaddis was there with another man.
"Who's that man?" I asked Harry Rex quietly.
"Hank Hooten," he said. "He works with Ernie. He was Rhoda's
boyfriend for a time, but Ernie doesn't know that."
Hank Hooten was about forty years old, with gray hair. He sat behind
Ernie, and sometimes Ernie spoke to-him.
The jurors came into the courtroom.·I only knew Miss Callie. Harry
Rex knew seven of them.
"Maybe the Padgitts will b~y some of them. They have the money."
"Not Miss Callie," I sai~. ((They'll never buy her. She's a very strong
woman."
One of the young men couldn't walk very well.
"His name's Lenny Fargarson," said Harry Rex. '~nd that man in the
yellow shirt is Mo Teale. He works with farm machines."
The trial started. Ernie Gaddis spoke first and called some witnesses.
The jurors looked at photos of the dead woman. They heard from
policemen and doctors. Sheriff Coley spoke, then Rhoda's sister.
At the end of the first day, the jurors drove away from Clanton. They
stayed in a hotel in another town. Nobody knew where. I went back to my
office and wrote the story for the newspaper.
The trial started again the next day. The courtroom was full again. This
time, Lucien Wilbanks spoke first.
death penalty / dee 'penlti/ {n) Some countries kill murderers after their trial. These
countries have the death penalty.
courtroom /'c:>rtrum/ {n) A trial happens in a courtroom. Courtrooms are in a courthouse.
witness /'witnas/ {n) A witness sees something or knows something important. At a trial,
witnesses have to speak in the courtroom
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"Danny Padgitt is not guilty of this murder," he began. "He was with
somebody that night before his car accident. A girlfriend."
The jurors listened carefully. The girlfriend came into the courtroom
and answered a lot of questions. But Ernie Gaddis also questioned her. He
was smart and she couldn't answer every question.
"She's not telling the truth," Harry Rex said to me quietly. "Look at her
face. I think the Padgitts paid her."
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More witnesses came into the courtroom. Ernie Gaddis and Lucien
Wilbanks asked them questions. One of the witnesses was Rhoda's neighbor,
Mr. Deece. He remembered everything about the night of the murder.
"Did she say anything?" Ernie asked him.
"She said, 'It was Danny Padgitt'," said Mr. Deece. "And then she died."
Some of the jurors looked at Danny Padgitt. One of the women started
to cry.
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Danny Padgitt spoke next. The courtroom was very quiet. He walked
to the witness box and smiled at the jurors.
"I want these good people to hear the truth," said Danny. 'Tm not the
killer." He told them his story, but it wasn't the truth. Everybody knew that
now. And Danny stopped smiling when Ernie Gaddis asked him questions.
"What did you do with the knife?" Ernie asked.
"I wasn't there," said Danny, but he looked very guilty.
"Then why was there blood on your clothes? I think
you were there. I think you killed Rhoda Kassellaw that
night. You drove away from her house ..."
"I didn't do it!" Danny shouted.
"No more questions," said Ernie, and he sat down.
Danny walked away from the witness box slowly. He
looked angry and afraid. Then he suddenly turned to
the jurors.
"Don't send me to jail or you'll be sorry," he said
angrily. 'Til find you. And I'll kill all of you!"
A policeman took Danny out of the courtroom.
There was a lot of noise in the room. Some of the
Padgitt family shouted angrily at Ernie. Everybody was
talking at the same time. Only the jurors were quiet.
They looked afraid.
After lunch, we listened to the lawyers' last wo_rds.
Then the jurors left the room. Everybody waited.
When the jurors came in again, one of them stood up.
"Danny Padgitt is guilty of murder," he said. "But we are not asking for
the death penalty."
Danny went to jail for life. He didn't die, because one or more of the
jurors didn't want the death penalty. The people of Clanton were very
angry about this.
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E verybody in Clanton talked about the Padgitt trial for days after it
ended. A lot of people wrote letters to the newspaper. I went to
lunch with Miss Callie on the first Thursday after the trial.
"We didn't do a good job, Mr. Traynor," she said. "Everybody is
saying that. They wanted the death penalty for Danny Padgitt." She said
nothing more about the trial. Some of the jurors didn't want the death
penalty, but nobody knew who. "We will never tell," she said.
Some of Miss Callie's children were at the house.
"Padgitt's in jail for life," said her son Bobby. "And that's good. He
can't hurt anybody now."
But I knew better. Harry Rex told me about the law in Mississippi. It
wasn't the same as the law in other states.
"Here, 'life' means ten years,'? Harry Rex said.
"But that's crazy," I said. "So Danny Padgitt will be out of jail after
ten years.;:>"
"Maybe before that. I know it's stupid, but it's the law, Willie."
"Did the jurors know this?"
·"No, and Ernie couldn't tell them. That's Mississippi law, too. And
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yes, lt s crazy.
I didn't tell Miss Callie, or her family.
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By the end of September, most ·conversations in Clanton were about other
things. There were some big football games and it was a busy time for
the farmers of Ford County. Slowly, people forgot about the Padgitts.
But then there was another murder.
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The dead man was one of the witnesses at the Padgitt trial-the
husband of Danny Padgitt's "giflfriend." I heard the story and then I
started to carry my gun with me again.
Malcolm Vince died in the north of Ford County. It happened when
he left a bar. Somebody shot him in the head. Nobody was with him at
the time and there were no witnesses. The police had a lot of questions,
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I wrote the story for the Times, but I didn't put it on the front page.
Most people in Clanton read the story, and some were afraid. The
Padgitt name started to come into conversations again.
C hristmas came and went. The Ruffin children all visited Miss Callie
and Esau, and I went to Memphis. I had Christmas dinner with my
grandmother and then I drove back to C lanton. Everything there was
quiet and the same as always.
January was cold and boring. There were no n\:W s.tories in town. I was
in my office one day. I started to write about the life of an old man from
C lanton. It was a difficult job because it wasn't a very interesting story.
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Everything was quiet for a time. We waited for about twenty minutes
before the police brought a man out of the building. It was Hank
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Two days later, Hank Hooten went to a mental hospital. The police
learned a little from his doctors. Hank didn't really want to kill anybody.
He was angry because Danny Padgitt didn't get the death penalty.
The story was on the front page of the Times, ~ nd we sold a lot of
newspapers that week.
mental hospital /'mentl ,haspitl/ {n) You go to a mental hospital for help with problems in
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"I don't know, Mr. Traynor. But this isn't right. I want you to go
there, and I want you to write the story for the Times."
I drove to Broomfield and waited outside the jail with my camera. At
11:30 A.M. a car drove out of the jail. Inside it were Danny Padgitt and
another man. I followed the car into town. They went into the City Cafe
and had lunch. I stayed outside and took photos.
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Why was he in town? Why did he look as free as his jailer? They wanted
answers.
"The Padgitts' money is going to Broomfield Jail," said Harry Rex.
"Danny can go into town because they're paying the jailers."
Miss Callie saw the photos in the newspaper and she felt af~aid.
"She didn't sleep last night," Esau told me.
The next day, I had two phone calls. One was at home and one was at
the office. The man said the same words each time:
"You're dead."
I told the Sheriff. After that, there was a police car outside my house
each night. Every morning, it followed me to work. Then it stayed in
front of the Times office all day.
I put the gun in the car again and I was very careful. But nothing
happened.
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{(He going to come out, Willie. This year, next year ... "
{(But somebody has to fight it."
parole / pe'roul/ (n) People can sometimes get out of jail early. They or their lawyers have
to ask for parole. At a parole hearing, lawyers and other people discuss the question and
say yes or no.
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"But nobody told him about it," I said. "So I'm here from Ford
County for the Kassellaw family. I'm going to speak for them."
The parole hearing started. Lucien Wilbanks spoke. Danny Padgitt's
mother spoke about her son. Then Danny spoke.
''I'm a better man now," he said. "I learned from my mistakes. I do a
lot of good work in this jail. And I'm studying ..."
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He was right. But this time, the parole people at Parchman told the
Sheriff about the hearing, so the two of us went.
T he same men were there. They remembered me. The Sheriff went
into Room 25 at Parchman Jail, but I couldn't go in.
T he policeman at the door took me back to my car. I had to sit there
and wait. I couldn't do anything. But I didn't have to wait very long.
"This time, four said yes and only one said no," the Sheriff told me.
"So Padgitt's free."
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I wrote a very angry story for the Times. I put it on the front page and
everybody talked about it. The people of Clanton weren't happy, but they
couldn't do anything about it.
Sam Ruffin was home and the Ruffins invited me for dinner. Sam
and I talked in their yard before we ate. Sam was unhappy about Danny
Padgitt's parole, too.
"Mom can't sleep," he said. "She thinks about this all the time, and
she isn't eating much. The doctor came yesterday. We all have to look
after her. Is Padgitt really back in Ford County now?"
"I think he's with his family. He has to stay in the state. But we don't
see any of the Padgitts in town. They never come into Clanton."
"Do you think there'll be any problems with him?"
"No, not rea11y."
"Please tell my mother that. She won't listen to me," Sam saiq.
"Is she afraid?" I asked.
"Yes," said Sam. "I think she is."
"Padgitt won't come into Clanton," I said. "It will be OK."
"But you remember his words at the end of the trial."
"They were only words, Sam. He was afraid and angry," I said.
"Nothing will happen. In a month or two we'll all forget about him."
But I didn't feel as liappy as I sounded.
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Nobody could kill Miss Callie in her house in Lowtown.
There were too many people there.
now.
Lenny Fargarson's mother was out at the stores. She found him when
she came home. There was a lot of blood, so Mrs. Fargarson didn't move
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I drove to the Fargarson house. The Sheriff was there, and a lot of
policemen. Some friends and family were also there. I didn't see Lenny's
parents. The young man was on the ground, dead, next to his wheelchair
and an open book.
I looked away from the house·. There were trees around the yard.
"The killer shot him from those trees," the Sheriff said. "You can't see
anyone in there."
"Why Lenny Fargarson?" I asked him.
"He was easier than the other jurors," said the Sheriff "He couldn't
run. Willie, I want the other names-now. Do you have them?"
"Yes, in the office. I can meet you in an hour. What's your plan?"
"We have to tell those people."
I went back to my car. There were policemen everywhere, outside the
Fargarson house and in the trees.
When I took the names of the jurors to the Sheriff's office, he looked
at them carefully. One man was dead, so he sent policemen out to the
homes of the other ~en jurors.
"You don't have to go to Miss Callie," I said. ''I'll tell her."
I went to the Ruffin house that evening.
"Miss Callie, something very bad happened this afternoon,"
I said. '~Lenny Fargarson is dead. Somebody shot him."
Miss Callie was very sad, and she was afraid, too. She
remembered Lenny very well.
"He was a nice boy," she said. "I liked him."
After that she was very quiet. We sat outside the house-
Esau, Sam, Miss Callie, and me. Esau went into the house and
made tea for us. When he came out again, he had his gun. He
put it under his chair. Miss Callie didn't see it, but Sam and I
did.
The houses in Lowtown were very d ose. We could see
people next door and across the street. Some families were in
their front yards. Six or seven young boys played a game in the
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street. They laughed and shouted. Nobody could kill Miss Callie in her
house in Lowtown. There were too many people there.
"She's OK here,~' I said quietly to Sam.
I went back across Clanton. There ·were a lot of policemen outside the
jail. I thought about the first murder. I remembered Danny Padgitt's face
when they brought him in, and the blood on his shirt.
The Sheriff was in his office.
"Two of the jurors left Ford County last year," he said. "We're looking
for them. And we can't find Danny Padgitt. He has to stay in the state-
but where is he? His family isn't saying."
The next evening, I visited the Ruffin family again. It was a hot night
and we sat outside the house. There was a police car at the end of the
street. Across the road I could see two of the neighbors. They had guns
with them.
"They're watching," said Sam. "Day and night."
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((It was the same gun," the Sheriffsaid. "'t's the same killer, Willie.
He's a dangfrous man and there are nine more jurors."
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"I have a police car outside the house of every juror," said the Sheriff
"And I have four cars near the Padgitt house. But we don't know that it
was him. There weren't any witnesses."
I found Harry Rex in his office.
"Let's go for a drive," he said.
We drove around Clanton. We went past a small house in a road near
the town center. At the front of the house were a lot of cars. One of them
was a police car. Every light in the house was on. . .
"Maxine Root's home," said Harry Rex. "She sat at the front, next to
Miss Callie."
I remembered Mrs. Root. Now her front yard was busy with friends
and neighbors. Some of them had guns. We drove past slowly and
everybody watched us.
Then we drove to the north of Clanton. In a wide street near the
woods we found Mr. Earl Youry's house. I couldn't remember him.
"He sat at the back," Harry Rex said. "He always wore a brown jacket
and a white shirt."
There were cars in front of Mr. Youry's house. Many of his neighbors
sat on chairs in the front yard, with guns. A police car was also there.
Harry Rex stopped next to it. He knew the policeman.
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"All day and all night," the policeman said. "Nobody can get close to
Mr. Youry. He's OK."
It was the same in Lowtown, outs~de the Ruffin house. Miss Callie's
neighbors were there, at the front an~ back doors.
"People will stay here all night," Sam told us.
Harry Rex drove us back to my house. We sat in the yard and talked
about· the killings. We talked about Qanny Padgitt.
"He planned these murders very well," I said. "They're different from
Rhoda's murder. There was no plan there. Who do you think will be
next~"'"
We didn't know.
"He'll wait," said Harry Rex. "Maybe for a long time. In a month or
two, people will start to forget. The neighbors will get bored. The police
will have to do other things. He'll try again then."
I wanted to talk to Harry Rex about something different.
"I had a visitor in the office yesterday," I told him. "Somebody wants
to buy the newspaper, for a lot of money."
"Do you really want to sell the Times?" he asked.
"I'm thinking about it. Maybe it's a good idea. What do you think?"
Harry Rex thought about it.
"What will you do? Where will you go?" he asked.
'T d like to take a trip to Europe-maybe to India, too. I'm thirty-
. two years old, Harry Rex. I want to see some of the world outside Ford
County. With the money from the Times, I can do that."
"It won't be the same without you, Willie," he said. "Will you come
back to Clanton?"
"Yes, this is my home," I said. "But it's only an idea for now."
Harry Rex was quiet. Then he drove home.
I went to bed and thought about Miss Callie and the other jurors.
I couldn't sleep. I thought about my idea, too. Europe . :. India ... It was
an exciting plan.
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5 The Sheriff. ................. ............. arrest Danny.
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"There's something wrong," she said. "I don't understand it. We jurors
couldn't remember everything at trial. People said a lot of things. So we
made notes and looked at them again later. These are mine." She showed
us the papers. /•
"At the end, we went into a room and talked about the trial. Nobody
outside that room heard our conversation, of course. And every juror
said, 'We will never tell.' But this is too important. I can't stay quiet."
Miss Callie looked through the papers.
"Here it is;" ·she said. "Mr. Padgitt was guilty-we all knew that.
But only nine jurors wanted the death penalty. Here are the other three
names."
Miss Callie showed us the page. On the left, there were nine names.
On the right, there were three: Lenny Fargarson, Mo Teale, and
Maxine Root.
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"You see the problem," she said. "Why did these two jurors die?"
"He's killing the wrong people," said Sam.
"But Danny Padgitt didn't know the names," I said.
"No, but ..." Miss Callie stood up and took the paper from my hand.
"I have to tell the Sheriff about this," I said.
"No, we all said ... You can't tell him the names ..."
"Mom, this is important. For Maxine Root, most of all," Sam
told her.
Miss Callie put the papers back on the bed.
Then there was the sound of people in the kitchen. Bobby and two of
his brothers were here. Miss Callie went out to the kitchen. She suddenly
looked happy again.
Sam gave me his mother's papers.
"Take them to the Sheriff," he said.
The ·sheriff wasn't in his office, so I visited Harry Rex. I showed him
the names.
"Maybe these three took money from the Padgitts. Maybe Danny is
starting with them because he doesn't want them to talk. Then he'll kill
the other jurors."
"Not Lenny Fargarson," I said. "He didn't take any money. I know
that."
"So what do you think?"
"Maybe Lenny was the first because he was easy. He couldn't get out ·
of his wheelchair. Maybe Mo Teale was next because he was out in the
country, away from people. So he was also easy."
"And who'll be next?" asked Harry Rex.
"I don't know. I have to take this to the Sheriff now," I said.
I stood up and walked to the door.
"One more thing, Willie," said Harry Rex. "Sell the Times. Go away
and have a good time. But don't leave Clanton."
I smiled at him. "OK, I won't."
The Sheriff was on the phone.
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"I can't arrest him, Maxine," the Sheriff said. "But we'll look after
you. There will be policemen with you at work, and at your· house.
They'll be there all the time."
The Sheriff put the phone down and he thought for a,. minute.
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P eople in Clanton were very angry and afraid. The Sheriff had to do
something, but first he phoned Lucien Wilbanks.
"I have to bring Danny into jail now," he said.
"I can't stop you," said Lucien.
The Sheriff sent four police cars to the Padgitt house. When they
arrived, Danny Padgitt was outside with Lucien Wilbanks. There was no
fight. The Sheriff arrested Padgitt and they drove back into Clanton.
There were a lot of people outside the jail. When they saw Danny
Padgitt, they .shouted angrily. Then the Sheriff put Padgitt in jail and
everybody went home. That night, Clanton was a happier place.
I visited Miss Callie. Her family was with her. She gave me a very
happy smile.
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A party started at the house next to the Ruffins. There was music
and dancing.
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When the police brought Danny Padgitt into. the courtroom the next
day, the room was full. Everybody in Clanton wanted to be there. Miss
Callie arrived early and found a good place at the front. Esau, Bobby,
and Sam were with her. Maxine Root's family were also near the front.
They looked very angry. Maxine wasn't there-she was in the hospital. I
saw Mr. and Mrs. Fargarson at the back of the courtroom. There were no
Padgitts.
"They're not here," said Harry Rex. "It's dangerous for th~m. People
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are very angry.
A door opened and the lawyers came in. We all waited quietly, but we
didn't have to wait long.
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There was a sudden loud noise above us. A gunshot. Women started
to cry and somebody shouted, "Get down!"
I looked at Danny Padgitt. The bullet hit him in the arm and he fell
back. The gunman shot a second time. This bullet hit Danny in the
head. He didn't move again.
Most people ran outside, but I stayed with the police. They looked
up. Above the courtroom was a small room. One window looked onto
the street, but the other looked down into the courtroom. The gunman
was up there. Policemen ran to the stairs. There were more shots from
above us, but they were outside the courtroom now. I went to a window
and looked out. Outside, people looked up, then ran away. There were
more shots: one, two, three. Each shot broke a window across the street
from the courthouse. This was Lucien Wilbanks' office. Four, five, six
windows. The gunman broke every one.
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in the town. Their families are asking a lot of questions and they want
answers. Why wasn't Hank Hooten in a mental hospital? How sick was
he when he left here?"
Dr. Vero thought about this for a minute or two.
"I'll talk to you," he said. "But you can't put everything in your
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newspaper.
"I understand," I said.
"OK. Let's go for a walk."
We left the hospital offices and walked across the yard outside. We
found some chairs and sat in the sun. Then Dr. Vero told me Hank
Hooten's story.
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the death penalty for Rhoda's killer, but three jurors didn't. Mr. Hooten
learned their names. I don't know how. And he hated those jurors.
"In 1976, Mr. Hooten left Whitfield Hospital. His doctor sent him
horne.))
"But why?" I asked. "He was a very sick man, so why didn't he stay
here?"
Dr. Vero didn't know. "I had a job in Chicago at that .time," he said.
"I came back to Whitfield in 1978, after Hank Hooten .left. I can't tell
you more than that, Mr. Traynor. That's the truth. Sometimes doctors
. think that people will be better at home. And, of course, mental hospitals
never have much money."
· "You knew Hank Hooten," I said. "What do you think? Was his
doctor right when he sent Hank away from here?"
"I can't answer that, Mr.Traynor. You know that."
"Thank you for your help," I said.
"Will you send me your story before you put it in your newspaper?"
"I will."
I drove into the to~n of Whitfield and stopped the car. Then I
walked up the street to a cafe and thought about Hank Hooten and
Clanton.
How did life there get so crazy?
It was a small American town, the
same as hundreds of other towns.
Then, one night, Danny Padgitt
killed Rhoda Kassellaw. After that,
everything changed.
I thought, too, about my life in
Clanton. I didn't want small town
life now. I wanted to see the world.
Now-J'm ready now, I thought.
I asked for a hamburger and
coffee. Suddenly, I was very hungry.
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I went to the hospital in the afternoon, but I couldn't see Miss Callie.
I waited in a family room with some of the Ruffin children. Suddenly,
Sam ran in.
"She's worse.I" he sal"d . "The d octor's wlt
. h her.I"
I called Esau at Lowtown, and very quickly he arrived with the other
children. It was early evening before we saw the doctor.
''I'm sorry," he said. "We can't do anything more. You can say goodbye
to her now."
The family wanted me to stay with them. We stood around her bed
and we cried. At about midnight, Miss Callie died.
I went back to my office and sat there. I looked out the
window. The street below was dark and quiet. Across the
road, the courtroom was also dark. I felt very sad.
In the morning, Bobby Ruffin phoned me.
"Are you OK?" he asked.
"I'm leaving Clanton," I told him. "I'm going to see the
world. I wanted to tell her, but I waited. And now ..."
"Will you come back here?" he asked.
"Yes. But it won't be the same without her. I wanted to
show her my photos. I wanted to talk to her about different
places. I wanted to buy her something from every country. ·
Now I can't tell her anything."
"You know that she loved you," said Bobby. "You're
one of the family. Come back here and tell us about those
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That afternoon, I sat at my desk and took out my pen.
For a long time I looked at the paper. Then I wrote my last
story for the Times- my most difficult story:
Miss Callie Ruffin, died july 5th, 1980. A wonderful wife,
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Talk about it
\Student A I You work for the television station. Ask Maxine questions.
Start like this: "On this week's It's My Story, we say hello to
Maxine Root ..."
\Student B I You are Maxine. Answer the questions. Remember, you were
in the hospital some of the time. How did you learn about
the end of the story?
- Work with three other students and have a conversation. Each of you is
one of the people in the pictures. Danny Padgitt killed one person. Hank
Hooten killed three people and tried to kill another person. Which killer
was worse? Why?
You are the new editor of the Ford County Times. One year after the end
of this story, you write about life in Clanton. First, think about these
questions:
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