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Show page 135 Burrows, on cross examination, asked Storey if he hadn't shot his hand on purpose. Summarizing, he took twenty-five minutes, adhering to evidence but hinting at a grudge k i l l i n g. The jury listened intently. Then i t was Flam F a r r e l l ' s turn, to t a l k for another l i f e -- two lives - and to try t o salvage from the human circus, from the drama that is ever in our courtroom, the freedom to carry on. "I don't have much t o say, folks of t h i s jury. A man's l i f e i s gone. I can't t e l l you who pulled the t r i g g e r . Storey Porter can't t e l l you, e i t h e r . He ran away, t h a t ' s true. He ran ax-jay because he d i d n ' t want to hurt Anne Sharpe, as he is hurting her today, in t h i s public t r i a l . Love has no time boundaries, no limit, no end. All of you folks know me and know that I mean t h a t . Not one of us i s immune. Love tosses us every way but loose. "Now we have two living persons, a man and a woman who have known each other since jumper days. They have grown into strong people, both of them. Storey hasn't talked much, even to me. I'm not finding a weakness in him for t h a t . I'm not looking for a x-7eakness. And I'm not casting stones upon healthy, joy-o f - l i f e Forrest Clinton, our dead brother, in what I am going to say, "But I remember, Forrest and Anne Sharpe went to a dance three x^eeks before the night in question. Storey was in Albany. When he returned Anne told him that she intended to marry Forrest, I give you the suddenness of that decision, ladies and gentlemen, to ponder." He paused, looked toward Anne, and continued: |