“Mornin’ Bodines,” Judge Carwell called. “He courtin’ Scarlett?” “What the hell kind of town is this?” I hissed. Jonah shrugged and grinned. “Bootleg, man.” “Yes, sir. We’re just remindin’ him to treat her right,” Gibson said. “Carry on, boys.” The judge motored on, not even staying to watch the four Bodines toss my body into the lake.
