Echoes of Glory
Publication Year: 2009
Published by: TCU Press
Sheriff Timpson Smith lumbered through the dim, drafty Mills County courthouse, his boot heels gunshots on the wooden floor. The courthouse— a stone breadbox with a metal birdcage for a bell tower—was not designed for grace or beauty but for the assertion of ...
Wynn turned, quick as a snake. Larry fired, as fast as he could pull the trigger. When he stopped Wynn was on the ground in a cloud of dust. Larry sagged, gagging at the sharp stench of gunpowder. He reeled from the screaming, wailing, and above it all, his own voice, thin, high-pitched, “Are you all right, Timp?” And Timp’s voice. ...
Alone on the stairs to his office, the sheriff decided he had done all right. It was too complex to be compressed into a bark. He would be quoted out of context but he didn’t think he said anything that would dishonor Wynn or damage Larry. Mrs. Stutz looked relieved to see him. “You okay, Chief? It took me ...
“‘I shot him through the heart,’ deputy says,” was the headline of The Grist with a photograph of Larry beside his patrol car, one hand holding Wynn’s shotgun, the other holding Timp’s pistol. “Sheriff says deputy confused” was accompanied by a file photograph of Timp before the monument, his image towering over him. He looked ...
Timp read the reports again. No matter how imperfect his own recollection, Larry’s report was wrong. He had tugged the shotgun from under Wynn’s back. Cecil’s report didn’t contradict his but it didn’t contradict Larry’s either. Cecil’s crude diagram showed where Timp and Larry were and the position of Wynn’s body on the ground but no indication where ...
Martha waited anxiously to hear the party’s decision. Why didn’t he call? Unable to sit idle she ironed his shirts, which was almost like caressing him. But dull. TV was even duller so she listened to music on the radio for distraction. Between records P. J. the d.j. said the sheriff of Mills County had threatened to run for reelection if his deputies didn’t ...
Babbs’ plan had worked. There were enough people who didn’t vote in the primary that Martha could collect the petitions but she would have no time for campaigning. More than five hundred signatures were required because some who had voted in the primary signed ...
There had been a bump of excitement when Timp earned a place on the ballot but that had faded and Martha had been unable to stop Scoop Deason’s cartoons of him in a battered helmet and threadbare uniform. Timp had never permitted her to champion him as the face on the ...
There wasn’t much for P. J. to tell. “They bayoneted the dead and wounded. How did they do that if Timp was still fighting? There was no heroic last stand, no gallant sacrifice, no inhuman resolve. Timp gave them that story. He’s a coward. A fraud.” ...
Timp sat on the base of the monument, Vic in his wheelchair facing him. Vic handed Timp a bottle. “Black Jack,” Vic said. “That’s my church.” “They always wanted Second Platoon to be a World War Two movie,” Timp said. “Everyone was a hero. The stars came home to love and happiness.” ...
Page Count: 222
Publication Year: 2009
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