school of thought. You show that you know your job

and you’re doing it and she leaves you alone.”

“I hear she was out here that Monday when Harris

went missing. You see her?”

“Sure. She came over with the trucks to move the

workers to Farm Number Three. Trucks brought some

new furniture. Two new refrigerators. Well, new to

us. I think she buys everything at the Goodwill store.

Claims it helps them and upgrades us and I reckon she’s

right.”

“She ask about Harris, where he was?”

Lomax shook his head. “Ever since they separated,

it’s like he didn’t exist. She never mentioned him if

she could help it. She just took care of the things she

wanted done and didn’t worry if that’s what he wanted

or not.”

239

MARGARET MARON

“I heard she sat down in a mud puddle around lunch-

time.”

“Yeah?” For a moment he almost smiled. “Didn’t

see it.”

“Hear about it?”

“No. Should I have?”

“The bosslady up to her butt in mud? I’d’ve thought

so.”

“We were pretty busy around then. Where’d it hap-

pen?”

“Somewhere around the camp’s what I heard.”

“Sorry. Maybe you should ask the women.”

“Good idea,” said Dwight, knowing that’s where

Mayleen Richards was at the moment, taking advantage

of the men being tied up here for a while.

But when Richards rejoined them, she had nothing to

confirm or deny the mud puddle story. “The women say

they saw her in the morning when she came with new re-

frigerators for the married quarters and they had to empty

the old ones, which were on their last legs. She asked about

the children and about their health. She had picked up a

couple of bilingual schoolbooks for the women, but after

that they didn’t see her again.”

It was nearing four before they were finished with all

the statements. Denning had bagged the head and what

was left of Harris’s penis. He stopped by the farm man-

ager’s place to tell them that he was taking the remains

over to Chapel Hill. “Don’t know if y’all noticed or not,

but there was a knotted bloody rag around the fence post

where it caught on the wire. Looks to me like it could’ve

been a gag that slipped down when the crows got at him.

Would explain why nobody heard him scream. But unless

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