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Show 11 - failed to convict the woman - one Rena Chenowth, of Ervil LeBaron* s dozen or more wives - or the three men n trial for murder and conspiracy to commit murder. But that is another story. After the news report, I drove with my mother and Aunt Kathy to the big house to meet other members of the family. Danny stayed with Brian at my mother's house, sitting nervously on the sofa, hands clasped in the gap of his knees. "Do you think... would they come here, try to wipe out his whole family?" Brian shook his head. "They're after power. You don't have any power in the group." Danny stared at the carpet, his eyes glazed. Now that the women were gone, his strength seemed to have flowed out of him. He got up suddenly and went to my younger brother's room. From the top of .the closet, he took down the hunting pistol and loaded it. Brian had followed him, concerned by the abrupt, irrational movements and the dilation of his eyes. Danny tried to grin, but his face collapsed, stuck like footage of an avalanche. "Just in case," he muttered. "You don't know those LeBarons. They're crazy enough to do anything. You knew they believe in patralineal priesthood, didn't you.' Maybe they'd try to kill off all his sons, too." Brian gently took the gun away. "That isn't the way to solve it even if they do come. Having a gun would only seal it - then'there'd be no talking to them. Look, take it from someone who's been there: If you run from death, you'll wake up someday and find that you're running from yourself." |
