Whip Hand

Chapter 68

"Today," he said, "I started thinking about myself. I shoot off Sid Halley"s right hand, and what happens to me?" He stared at me with increased itensity. "I get the satisfaction of fixing you, making you a proper cripple instead of half a one. I get revenge... hideous delightful revenge. And what else do I get? I get ten years, perhaps. You can get life for G.B.H., if it"s bad enough. Both hands... that might be bad enough. That"s what I"ve been sitting here today thinking. And I"ve been thinking of the feeling there"d be against me in the slammer, for shooting your other hand off. Yours, of all people. I"d be better off killing you. That"s what I thought."

I thought numbly that I wasn"t so sure either that I wouldn"t rather be dead.

"This evening," he said, "after you"d come back for ten minutes, and gone away again, I thought of rotting away in jail year after year wishing I"d had the b.l.o.o.d.y sense to leave you alone. I reckoned it wasn"t worth years in jail, just to know I"d fixed you. Fixed you alive, or fixed you dead. So I decided, just before you came back, not to do that, but just to get you down on the ground squealing for me not to. I"d have my revenge that way. I"d remind you of it, all your life. I"d tell people I"d had you crawling. Make them sn.i.g.g.e.r."

Jesus, I thought.

"I"d forgotten," he said, "what you"re like. You"ve no b.l.o.o.d.y nerves. But I"m not going to shoot you. Like I said, it"s not worth it." He turned abruptly, and stooped, putting one hand under the garage door. Heaved; rolled it upwards and open.



The warm drizzle in the dark outside fell like shoals of silver minnows. The gentle air came softly into the garage.

He stood there for a moment, brooding, holding his gun: and then he gave me back what in the straw-barn he"d taken away. "Isn"t there anything," he said bitterly, "that you"re afraid of?"

The End

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