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s of the night。 Our food being given away。 I was horrified at the thought； and I was furious with Gran for making such an offer without first discussing it with the rest of us。
Then I looked at Mr。 Latcher。 His lips were trembling； and his eyes were wet。 He clutched his old straw hat with both hands at his waist； and he was so ashamed that he just looked at the ground。 I'd never seen a poorer； dirtier； or more broken man。
I looked at my mother。 She； too； had wet eyes。 I glanced at my father。 I'd never seen him cry； and he wasn't about to at that moment； but he was clearly touched by Mr。 Latcher's suffering。 My hard heart melted in a flash。
〃Let's get a move on；〃 Gran said with authority。 〃We'll get the barn ready。〃
We sprang into action； the men loading into the truck； the women heading for the barn。 Just as she was walking away； Gran pulled Pappy by the elbow and whispered； 〃You bring Libby and that baby first。〃 It was a direct order； and Pappy nodded。
I hopped into the back of the truck with Mr。 Latcher； who squatted on his skinny legs and said nothing to me。 We stopped at the bridge； where my father got out and began walking along the edge of the river。 His job was to find Mr。 Jeter's boat at the Cockleburr Slough； then float it downstream to where we'd be waiting at the bridge。 We crossed over； turned onto the Latchers' road； and went less than a hundred feet before we came to a quagmire。 Ahead of us was nothing but water。
〃I'll tell 'em you're in'；〃 Mr。 Latcher said； and with that he was off through the mud； then the water。 Before long it was up to his knees。 〃Watch out for snakes！〃 he yelled over his shoulder。 〃They're everywhere。〃 He was trudging through a lake of water； with flooded fields on both sides。
We watched him until he disappeared； then we returned to the river and waited for my father。
We sat on a log near the bridge； the rushing water below us。 Since we had nothing to say； I decided it was time to tell Pappy a story。 First； I swore him to secrecy。
I began where it started； with voices in our front yard late at night。 The Spruills were arguing； Hank was leaving。 I followed in the shadows； and before I knew what was happening； I was trailing not only Hank but Cowboy as well。 〃They fought right up there；〃 I said； pointing to the center of the bridge。
Pappy's mind was no longer on floods or farming or even rescuing the Latchers。 He glared at me； believing every word but quite astonished。 I recounted the fight in vivid detail； then pointed again。 〃Hank landed over there； right in the middle of the river。 Never came up。〃
Pappy grunted but did not speak。 I was on my feet in front of him； nervous and talking rapidly。 When I described my encounter with Cowboy minutes later on the road near our house； Pappy cursed under his breath。 〃You should've told me then；〃 he said。
〃I just couldn't。 I was too scared。〃
He got to his feet and walked around the log a few times。 〃He murdered their son and stole their daughter；〃 he said to himself。 〃My oh my。〃
〃What're we gonna do； Pappy？〃
〃Let me think about it。〃
〃Do you think Hank'll float to the top somewhere？〃
〃Nope。 That Mexican gutted him。 His body sank straight to the bottom； probably got eaten by those channel cats down there。 There's nothin' left to find。〃
As sickening as this was； I was somewhat relieved to hear it。 I never wanted to see Hank again。 I'd thought about him every time I crossed the bridge。 I'd dreamed of his bloated corpse popping up from the depths of the river and scaring the daylights out of me。
〃Did I do anything wrong？〃 I asked。
〃No。〃
〃Are you gonna tell anybody？〃
〃Nope； I don't think so。 Let's keep it quiet。 We'll talk about it later。〃
We took our positions on the log and studied the water。 Pappy was deep in thought。 I tried to convince myself that I should feel better now that I'd finally told one of the adults about Hank's death。
After a spell Pappy said； 〃Hank got what was in' to him。 We ain't tellin' nobody。 You're the only witness； and there's no sense in you worryin' about it。 It'll be our secret； one we'll take to our graves。〃
〃What about Mr。 and Mrs。 Spruill？〃
〃What they don't know won't hurt 'em。〃
〃You gonna tell Gran？〃
〃Nope。 Nobody。 Just me and you。〃
It was a partnership I could trust。 I did indeed feel better。 I'd shared my secret with a friend who could certainly carry his portion of it。 And we had decided that Hank and Cowboy would be put behind us forever。
My father finally arrived in Mr。 Jeter's flat…bottomed johnboat。 The outboard was missing； but navigation was easy because of the strong current。 He used a paddle as a rudder and came ashore under the bridge； right below us。 He and Pappy then lifted the boat from the river and manhandled it up the bank to the truck。 Then we drove back to the Latchers' road； where we unloaded the boat and shoved it to the edge of the floodwaters。 All three of us hopped in； our feet covered with mud。 The adults paddled as we moved along the narrow road； two feet above the ground； rows of ruined cotton passing by。
The farther we went； the deeper the water became。 The wind picked up and blew us into the cotton。 Both Pappy and my father looked at the sky and shook their heads。
Every Latcher was on the front porch； waiting in fear； watching every move we made as the boat cut through the lake that surrounded their house。 The front steps were submerged。 At least a foot of water covered the porch。 We maneuvered the boat up to the front of the house； where Mr。 Latcher took it and pulled it in。 He was chest…deep in the water。
I looked at all of the frightened and sad faces on the porch。 Their clothes were even more ragged than the last time I'd been there。 They were skinny and gaunt； probably starving。 I saw a couple of smiles from the younger ones； and I suddenly felt very important。 From out of the crowd stepped Libby Latcher； holding the baby； who was wrapped in an old blanket。 I'd never actually seen Libby before； and I couldn't believe how pretty she was。 Her light brown hair was long and pulled tightly behind in a ponytail。 Her eyes were pale blue and had a glow to them。 She was tall and as skinny as the rest。 When she stepped into the boat； both Pappy and my father steadied her。 She sat beside me with her baby； and suddenly I was face…to…face with my newest cousin。
〃I'm Luke；〃 I said； though it was an odd time to make introductions。
〃I'm Libby；〃 she said； with a smile that made my heart race。 Her baby was asleep。 He had not grown much since I'd seen him in the window the night he was born。 He was tiny and wrinkled and likely hungry； but Gran was waiting for him。
Rayford Latcher came aboard and sat as far away from me as possible。 He was one of the three who'd beaten me the last time I was on their property。 Percy； the oldest boy and the ringleader of that assault； was hiding on the porch。 Two more children were put into the boat； then Mr。 Latcher jumped in。 〃We'll be back in a few minutes；〃 he said to Mrs。 Latcher and the others still on the porch。 They looked as if they were being left to die。
The rain hit fast； and the winds shifted。 Pappy and my father paddled as hard as they could； but the boat barely moved。 Mr。 Latcher jumped into the water； and for a second he pletely vanished。 Then he found his footing and stood up； covered from the chest down in water。 He grabbed a rope attached to the bow and began pulling us down the road。
The wind kept blowing us into the cotton； so my father crawled out of the boat and began pushing from the rear。 〃Watch for snakes；〃 Mr。 Latcher warned again。 Both men were soaking wet。
〃Percy almost got bit by one；〃 Libby said to me。 〃It floated up on the porch。〃 She was leaning over the baby； trying to keep him dry。
〃What's his name？〃 I asked。
〃Don't have one yet。〃
I'd never heard of such nonsense。 A baby without a name。 Most of the ones born into the Baptist Church had two or three names before they ever got into the world。
〃When's Ricky ing home？〃 she whispered。
〃I don't know。〃
〃Is he okay？〃
〃Yes。〃
She seemed anxious for any news about him； and this made me unfortable。 However； it was not unpleasant sitting next to such a pretty girl who wanted to whisper to me。 Her younger siblings were wild…eyed with the adventure。
As we neared the road； the water became shallow and the boat finally hit mud。 We all scrambled out； and the Latchers were loaded into our truck。 Pappy got behind the wheel。
〃Luke； you stay with me；〃 my father said。 As the truck backed away； Mr。 Latcher and my father turned the boat around and began pushing and pulling it back to the house。 The wind was so strong they had to lean into it。 I rode alone； with my head bowed； trying to stay dry。 The rain came down in cold pellets that grew harder by the minute。
The lake around the house was churning as we drew close。 Mr。 Latcher pulled the boat in again and began yelling instructions to his wife。 A small Latcher was handed down from the porch and almost dropped when a gust of wind hit the boat and knocked it away。 Percy thrust forward a broom handle； which I grabbed to help pull the boat back to the porch。 My father was yelli