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Copyright <strong>Annick</strong> <strong>Press</strong> 2012<br />
you’ve been telling him about folks.”<br />
“It’s a shame about your mill,” Tom says. “I hope<br />
nothing else bad happens to you.” He turns to Pete.<br />
“C’mon,” he says. “There’s a bad smell around here,<br />
like dirty Indians.”<br />
“Or dirty Indian lovers.”<br />
“Same thing.”<br />
Tom and Pete step out of the bush and amble away<br />
toward the trail, like they’re out for an evening stroll.<br />
“Pete!” I call. Tom keeps walking, but Pete turns<br />
back to me. “What did you do to Gypsy?”<br />
In the light from his lantern, I can see him lose his<br />
cocky look. For a second I see the old Pete, my friend.<br />
He knew Gyp from when she was a pup. When we<br />
were boys, we used to take our dogs with us when we<br />
went hunting for rabbits and the like.<br />
“It weren’t me,” he says. For a second he seems<br />
broken up, then in a flash he gets angry. “You were<br />
there that night, George,” he tells me. “It was your<br />
idea to follow them. You were part of it. Don’t make<br />
like you wasn’t.”<br />
I stare at him wishing with all my might that I<br />
could find some reason why he’s wrong, why he had<br />
more to do with the lynching than I did, why he’s<br />
guilty of taking a boy’s life and I’m innocent. But he<br />
speaks the truth. I’ve got blood on my hands, same as<br />
him. The only difference between us is that I’m sorry<br />
for what happened. What use is that to Louie Sam?<br />
Pete looks like he wants to say something more, but<br />
instead he just shrugs and follows Tom off down the<br />
track. I watch them go. There’s no point in pretending<br />
there’s something I can do about them. There’s no<br />
point at all.<br />
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