White said. âItâs dangerous to the public safety, Austen.â
âClear out of the way now,â Mr. Hill said to the growing crowd. He began putting shells in his rifle. I noticed that his hands were shaking.
âYou fellas listen to me now,â my grandfather said. âHermie asked for what he got. He provoked the animal, nearly put out its eye.â
âA fine not exceeding the damages incurred or forfeiture of the animal or both. Thatâs the written law,â Mr. Pierce intoned.
âGive me three days,â Show implored. âIâll raise the money from elephant rides.â
âWhoâs going to ride your elephant after what he did to young
Hermie?â Sheriff White said. âYou wonât be any closer to raising that money three days from now than you are today. You didnât have a single customer this afternoon once word about Hermie got out.â
More fairgoers were pouring in from the midway. News of the elephantâs impending execution had evidently spread to the entire grounds and everyone seemed eager to be present. Mr. Hill was still fumbling to get his shells into his gun. Sheriff White was directing the crowd away from the line of fire. I felt as though I was about to witness a murder I was helpless to prevent. Show was frantic, running here, there, everywhere.
âSimmer down,â my grandfather told Show. âCanât you get your carny cronies down on the lot to pony up that hundred dollars for you?â
âThey ainât my cronies,â Show said. âThey hate my guts. Iâm circus, theyâre carnival.â
âThatâs the Jesus truth, mister,â Mrs. Twist said. âFor once in his life the runtâs told the truth. Carnies ainât like circus folks. With carnies, itâs dog eat dog, except maybe they gang up on some rubes with their billies and such.â
âPreston,â my grandfather said, âyou seem to be having some trouble loading that gun. You sure you want to go big-game hunting here tonight? You hit old Hannibal in the wrong place, heâs going to trample you before you can shoot again.â
Mr. Hill hesitated. He looked warily at Hannibal. âPut him back in the truck,â he said to Show. âWeâll shoot him through the slats.â
âGod Almighty,â Sheriff White said. âI donât know about that. Shooting a helpless animal inside a truck?â
âCome on,â a man in the crowd said. âShoot him. We footed it clear up here from the girlie shows to see an elephant shot. Now blast him, goddamn it.â
âAustenâs right,â Kip Pierce said with all the magisterial deliberation of a Supreme Court justice. âDo you good folks have any idea what mayhem this animal is capable of wreaking if Preston here donât put the first bullet in its brain? Do you want a wounded rogue bull elephant loose on the midway? I donât believe so. Weâll put him in the truck and drive it out to the town gravel pit on the river road and fill it full of holes.â
âYes!â Preston said. âNow youâre talking.â
âLetâs get to it, then,â a drunk yelled, and some other men growled in assent. In the dusky glare from the midway the faces of the nighttime fairgoers were hard and unyielding. Mrs. Twist sobbed and ran to Hannibal and put her arms around his trunk.
In that moment a sense of collective hesitation seemed to fall over the entire fairgrounds, broken only by the faraway noise of the midway and the creaking of the truck springs as Hannibal, oblivious to his fate, once again began to rock to the distant music.
Then my grandfather spoke, breaking the spell. âKip, Iâll pay your one-hundred-dollar fine and take personal responsibility for the elephant. Iâll guarantee the public safety if thatâs what youâre worried about.â
âHow can you do that,
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