a mean old gun? heâd asked.
Sheriff , sheâd said, youâre being sexist.
Papaw had guffawed, and after Ellie explained that her (amiably redneck-y) dad sometimes took her deer hunting, Papaw said, Well, Iâll be.
Youâll be what? Ellie replied, grinning her firecracker grin.
Iâll be hopinâ to see you again real soon. Youâre what I call âa classy, old-time country gal.â Donât ever change that, sweetie. Benjamin, you hang on to this one.
âIâm sorry, Sheriff,â Ellie said now. âI sort of kidnapped your grandson earlier this evening. He was helping me with calculus.â
âOut here?â
âWell, you know. Calculus gets old. We were just cruising.â
The term seemed to amuse Papaw. His eyebrows went up. ââCruisingâ? Didâja make an appearance at the sock hop, too? How âbout the malt shop?â
From the backseat of the car, way too enthusiastically, Zeeko went, âHahahahahaha!â
âHowdy to you, too, Zeeko,â Papaw said, grinning a little.
âIs anybody hurt?â Benji asked.
âNo. Well, nothinâ too serious bad. That pilotâsomebody said heâs a surgeon from over ân Indianapolisâhe got the plane set down pretty good. Took out some of Deedanâs livestock, though. That fellaâs raisinâ holy hell about his âmutilated cattle.â Word from the ambulance is the pilotâll be fine. Worst-case prognosis, heâs got a concussion. He was talkinâ some nonsense when they pulled him out.â
Ellie glanced at Benji, obviously thinking the same thing he was: What kind of ânonsense,â exactly?
âHowâd the crash happen?â Ellie asked.
âI would reckon that it was because the doctor had a copilot by the name of Jack Daniels. Found booze spilt all over the cockpit. Donât tell anyone that, mind,â he added, and then sighed. âThough God knows itâll probably get around this town, anyhow.â
âSheriff!â Wally called.
Benji looked over. A civilian had come through the sawhorses on the Bedford Falls side of the blockade and wasstanding in the middle of all the emergency vehicles. That happened around accidents all the time; Papaw and the guys at the station called them rubberneckers or lookie-loos.
Benjiâs eyes widened a little when he realized who this lookie-loo was. Shaun Spinney.
Ignoring Wallyâs commands to get back into his own car, Spinney was staring at the plane crash, and, weirdly, he was also waving one arm over his head.
âYoung fella,â Papaw called, âyouâll want to get back in your vehicle right now .â
Spinney looked over momentarily, nodded, then resumed his waving.
Except Benji realized he wasnât actually waving : He had a phone in his hand, and he was trying to get a better camera angle.
Papaw had the same realization. âMary and Joseph above,â he muttered. âWhy would anyone want to film . . . â He clenched his fists, wrinkled knuckles reddening. He reached into his back pocket, pulled out tobaccoâsomething he only used when he was angryâand put a pinch in his mouth.
Then he marched toward Spinney, purposeful and furious. There was none of the usual good-olâ-boy friendliness in the way he moved; he didnât look like the public version of Sheriff Robert Lightman. He looked like Papaw , and a pissed-off Papaw at that.
âYoung man, I done asked you once,â he said. âNow, let me see your little toy.â
Spinney looked startled to find Papaw beside him. âHuh?â
âGive me that damn phone.â
âWhy?â Spinnie smirked. âAre phones illegal on public roads, Sheriff?â
âBy God, youâre right: Theyâre still legal . . . although giveCongress a little time and Iâll bet theyâll take care of that. But this is an emergency scene, and that
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