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1 Andy Buckley said, “Jesus . . .
2 I don’t know that it’s my story . . .
3 Earlier that same night . . .
4 We laid the two bodies . . .
5 I was up a little before noon . . .
6 “When I told him I was out . . .
7 Sunday morning I looked . . .
8 If only.
9 I was questioned at length . . .
10 “I suppose I was in shock . . .
11 “A black man,” Mick said . . .
12 I couldn’t have been out . . .
13 “He saved my life,” I said.
14 I dropped off right away . . .
15 “George Wister’s not a bad . . .
16 I went home, entering as . . .
17 “Matthew Scudder,” Danny . . .
18 George Wister had called . . .
19 I knew Mick would know . . .
20 There may have been . . .
21 “Direct pressure on the . . .
22 I got a few hours on the couch.
23 I waited in the lobby . . .
24 “How old was he, this man . . .
25 I was home and in bed . . .
26 I didn’t want to stay for dinner.
27 “A son to avenge him,” Mick said.
28 “Ah, ‘tis I again, Mrs. Buckley . . .
29 Andy took the Grand . . .
30 “What choice did I have?
31 We were on his land from . . .
32 “We’ve another great . . .
33 I stood at the rear of the house.
34 We threw our guns into . . .
35 “I’ll remind you,” Ray Gruliow . . .