Forty Lashes Less One
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The hell called Yuma Prison can destroy the soul of any man. And it's worse for those whose damning crime is the color of their skin. The law says Chiricahua Apache Raymond San Carlos and black-as-night former soldier Harold Jackson are murderers, and they'll stay behind bars until they're dead and rotting. But even in the worst place on Earth, there's hope. And for two hard and hated inmates -- first enemies, then allies by necessity -- it waits at the end of a mad and violent contest ... on a bloody trail that winds toward Arizona's five most dangerous men.
He needed time to think. The next moment Mr. Manly was smiling up at him. “I’m sorry I don’t know everybody’s name yet. ” “This is Frank Shelby,” Fisher said. “He wants to tell you something. ” Shelby watched the little man rise and offer his hand and say, “I’m Everett Manly, your new superintendent. ” He watched Mr. Manly sit down again and look off somewhere. “Frank Shelby…Shelby…forty-five years for armed robbery. Is that right? ” Shelby nodded. “Forty-five years,” Mr. Manly said. “That’s a long time. Are you working to get some time off for good behavior?
What’d you kill him with? ” “I hit him with a piece of pipe, captain. ” “You robbing him? ” “No-suh, captain, we jes’ fighting. ” Mr. Manly cleared his throat. The pause held, and he said quickly, “Coming here he never gave the deputy any trouble, not once. ” Fisher took his time as he looked around. He said, “I generally talk to a new man and find out who he is or who he believes he is, and we get a few things straightened out at the start. ” He paused. “If it’s all right with you. ” “Please go ahead,” Mr.
Then one night you come in”—Norma giggled—“and catch the head guard molesting a woman convict. ” Shelby shook his head, grinning. “He’s trying to pull his pants on in a hurry and you say, Good evening, Mr. Fisher. How are tricks? ” “God damn,” Shelby said. “that’s good. ” “He’s trying to button his pants and stick his shirt in and thinking as hard as he can for something to say. ” Norma kept giggling and trying not to. “He says, uh—” “What does he say? ” “He says, ‘I just come in for some coffee.
Not mean because he hates you boys, no-sir; mean because he hates sin and evil so much. You don’t believe me, read your Psalms, fifty, twenty-two, where it says, ‘Now consider this, ye that forget God, lest I tear you in pieces’—you hear that? —‘tear you in pieces and there be none to deliver…. ’ None to deliver means there ain’t nothing left of you. ” Mr. Manly couldn’t tell a thing from their expressions. Sometimes they were looking at him, sometimes they weren’t. Their heads didn’t move much. Their eyes did.
Well,” Mr. Manly said. He paused. He was trying to think of an alternative. He didn’t believe that sending these two out would do any good. He pictured them coming back at dusk and sinking to the ground exhausted. But at least it would be doing something—now. Mr. Rynning or somebody would ask him, What did you do? And he’d say, I sent trackers out after them. I got these two boys that are runners. He said, “Well, find your stuff and get started. I’ll tell the guards. ” They left the water stop at Sentinel running almost due south.