The Choiring of the Trees - Donald Harington [90]
“Gentlemen,” Judge Jerram said, “lend me yore ears. It’s a right smart of pleasure fer me to come back home to Stay More on sech a fine mornin and see all you’unses once again. Sounds lak I’m a-startin one of my campaign sermons, don’t it? I aint, though. No, friends, the ’lection aint till November, and I spect I’ll be back here again afore then, but I shore do hope I don’t never have to come back before campaign time in the fall.” Judge Jerram paused and looked around to see if everybody got his meaning: that only two things would ever bring him to Stay More: one, campaigning for reelection, and two, restoring law and order. “Do I make myself real clear? You over there, John Ingledew, do you understand me? All you Ingledews! Now, I got jist as much respect for a Ingledew as I got for ary man, and I don’t stand second to none when it comes to reverence and esteem for the Ingledews, but I am a-standin here to remind you that Stay More is still part of Newton County, and I am still in charge of Newton County!” Out of the corner of my eye I noticed that Viridis was drawing again, and I stopped watching Sull act big and started watching her sketch him: she was doing him in his most grandiloquent oratorical pose, with one hand pointed heavenward and the other to the turf of Stay More, and his face twisted into an unctuous parody of a country politician. He went on, “Do I make myself real clear? You can vote against me come autumn if you so desire, and I’ll be out in the cold a year from now, but meantimes I have been elected to run this yere county and I aim to run this yere county, and these men…” (his hand indicated the sheriff and his deputies and even the circuit judge) “…these men are my duly sworn confederates and partners, and we have all got to work together and stand shoulder to shoulder and be in cohorts together! I will not brook no insurgence! Hear me? If ary man but raise ary finger to stand in my way, I will leave no stone unturned to flush him out! In the parlous state of affairs that this yere vale of tears has done come to, I stand here proud afore ye and I do solemnly tell ye: walk the strait and narrow path or I will bar the door! Now, does ary of you’unses not know what I’m a-sayin?”
Judge Jerram waited a long minute for anyone to answer his rhetorical question, but no one did. All of the Stay Morons just looked sad and beaten, or sad and sullen, one. Later the men around the stove in Willis’ store remarked that Sull Jerram could have recited the Gettysburg address and it wouldn’t have been any different; it wasn’t what he said that mattered, or even how he said it, but the fact that he had come out here to Stay More with all those men behind him just to say something and let us know that he was still the boss.
When the speech was over, Sull Jerram and Sheriff Snow came walking right down into the crowd, through it, and across the road to where we were standing, and Sheriff Snow said to Rindy, “Now, little lady, you’d better jist come along with us.” He and Sull and a deputy came up onto the porch of Jacob Ingledew’s house.
Poor Rindy got herself behind Viridis and the old woman, as if they could protect her, and Viridis tried to. “Are you arresting her?” she asked. “What’s the charge?”
Sheriff Snow attempted a smile. “No, ma’am, I wouldn’t call it a arrest exactly. We’d jist lak to have us a little talk with her.”
“If she’s not under arrest, she’s not required to go with you if she doesn’t want to,” Viridis said.
The sheriff exchanged looks with Sull, and Sull said, “Ma’am, you are re-quired to answer one question: how long are you stayin in this yere town?”
“I’m not required to answer anything for you, mister,” she said to Sull.
“No?” he said. “I’ll give ye a secont chance. You can answer this or face the consequences: how long are you plannin to stay?” Viridis