They gathered behind Jim Lonturn’s feed store. Someone passed a bottle around. Another someone furnished several plugs of chewing tobacco.
“Well,” said Gramps Willshaw, “let’s get this thing on the road, boys!”
Someone brought a frightened-looking teenager from a nearby shed and led him by the rope around his neck to the edge of Killgoren Swamp.
“You done slept with the Norton girl before either of you even thought about marrying, right?”
The boy nodded, his eyes full of fear.
“Then stake him out, boys. He’s guilty as sin, and Old Long Tooth ‘gator is due by here anytime!”