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“Let him be. He ain’t our lookout.”
“Are you going to help me or not?”
“It ain’t good to podner with a guy like that.”
Avery went over to LeBlanc and dragged him by his arms to his mattress. The men stopped talking and watched him. Sherry moved to the other end of the corridor. There was a small patch of red in the back of LeBlanc’s hair. Avery rolled him over on his stomach. The men looked at Avery and began to talk among themselves. It was accepted by the inmates that no one was to help the victim when they dealt out punishment to one of their own members. Avery had broken the rule. Sherry came back and took his mattress to the end of the corridor. None of the men spoke to Avery for the remainder of the night.
In the morning the main door clanged open and the trusties entered with the food carts. The tank was unlocked, and the men picked up their cups and spoons and tin plates and shuffled out in the bullpen for breakfast. Avery shook LeBlanc by the shoulder to wake him. He lay in the same position as last night. There was a yellow and purple bruise along his jawbone, and a matted area of red in his hair His face was the color of ash; Avery was afraid he might have had a concussion. He shook him again
“Let’s go. It’s time for breakfast,” he said.
LeBlanc opened his eyes and sat up on his hands.
“My head hurts,” he said.
“Let’s go eat.”
LeBlanc felt the back of his head.
“It’s blood. Somebody hit me in the head.”
“Forget about it. We don’t want any more fights.
“What fights? I don’t remember nothing.”
“You were playing cards and you got into a fight.’
“I remember the cards, but I didn’t get in no fight. Somebody slipped up and cracked me in the back of the head.”
“Don’t worry about it now. Let’s get in the line.’
“Which one of them done it?”
“There were a lot of them. You can’t get them all.”
“I can get the one that give it to me,” LeBlanc said.
“Here’s your plate. I’m going to eat.”
He went out into the bullpen, and a minute later LeBlanc followed him. The men were in line before the food cart. The trusties were serving grits and sausage and coffee from the aluminum containers The men sat down on the floor with their backs against the wall and ate. When Avery and LeBlanc came out of the tank and got in line the talking stopped, and there was no sound but the scraping of the spoons in the plates. Leander the jailer looked at LeBlanc from the doorway. He had been a jailer long enough to know what had taken place the night before. He didn’t mind if LeBlanc had been ganged by the other men; maybe that was better than throwing him in the hole, and he wouldn’t be bothered with him anymore. But once a man had been beaten to death in the tank, and that had brought about an investigation, which cost the old jailer his job and caused the city officials a good deal of work.
“Who worked you over?” he said.
LeBlanc looked at him in hatred.
“Answer me.”
LeBlanc spit on the floor.
“Get out of the chowline,” Leander said. “You don’t eat breakfast this morning.” He turned to the other men and pointed his finger. “I’m not going to st
and for this sort of crap in my jail. I’m a fair man until somebody crosses me, then I step on his neck. I don’t know which ones worked on LeBlanc, but that don’t matter because I’ll make every one of you pay for it. Any more fighting and I’ll lock you up in the tank until the stink gets so bad you won’t be able to breathe. Some of you ain’t been locked up for a week, but you can ask Shortboy what it’s like.”
Ben Leander told the trusties to take the food cart out. The men were usually given a second serving, but this morning they were being punished. Leander looked around the room once more and went out, clanging the iron door shut behind him.
“You fixed us good,” one man said to LeBlanc.
“He’ll cut us short on lunch, too,” another said.
