twenty…seven and twenty…eight。 That's twelve with four challenges remaining。〃
Jake was flabbergasted。 Buckley had again stricken all the blacks and all the men。 He was reading Jake's mind。
〃Mr。 Brigance； it's back to you。〃
〃May we have a moment to confer； Your Honor？〃
〃Five minutes；〃 Noose replied。
Jake and his clerk stepped next door to the coffee room； where Harry Rex was waiting。 〃Look at this；〃 Jake said as he laid the list on a table and the three huddled around it。 〃We're down to twenty…nine。 I've got four challenges left and so does Buckley。 He's struck every black and every male。 It's an all…white female jury right now。 The next two are white females； thirty…one is Clyde Sisco； and thirty…two is Barry Acker。〃
〃Then four of the next six are black；〃 Ellen said。
〃Yeah； but Buckley won't take it that far。 In fact； I'm surprised he's let us get this close to the fourth row。〃
〃I know you want Acker。 What about Sisco？〃 asked Harry Rex。
〃I'm afraid of him。 Lucien said he's a crook who could be bought。〃
〃Great！ Let's get him； then go buy him。〃
〃Very funny。 How do you know Buckley hasn't already bought him？〃
〃I'd take him。〃
Jake studied the list； counting and recounting。 Ellen wanted to strike both men…Acker and Sisco。
They returned to chambers and sat down。 The court reporter was ready。 〃Your Honor； we will strike number twenty…two and number twenty…eight； with two challenges remaining。〃
〃Back to you； Mr。 Buckley。 Twenty…nine and thirty。〃
〃The State will take them both。 That's twelve with four challenges left。〃
〃Back to you； Mr。 Brigance。〃
〃We will strike twenty…nine and thirty。〃
〃And you're out of challenges； correct？〃 Noose asked。
〃Correct。〃
〃Very well。 Mr。 Buckley； thirty…one and thirty…two。〃
〃The State will take them both；〃 Buckley said quickly。 looking at the names of the blacks ing after Clyde Sisco。
〃Good。 That's twelve。 Let's select two alternates。 You will both have two challenges for the alternates。 Mr。 Buck…ley； thirty…three and thirty…four。〃
Juror thirty…three was a black male。 Thirty…four was a white female Jake wanted。 The next two were black males。
〃We'll strike thirty…three； accept thirty…four and thirty…five。〃
〃The defense will accept both；〃 Jake said。
Mr。 Pate brought the courtroom to order as Noose and the lawyers took their places。 His Honor called the names of the twelve and they slowly； nervously made their way to the jury box； where they were seated in order by Jean Gillespie。 Ten women； two men； all white。 The blacks in the courtroom mumbled and eyed each other in disbelief。
〃Did you pick that jury？〃 Carl Lee whispered to Jake。
〃I'll explain later；〃 Jake said。
The two alternates were called and seated next to the jury box。
〃What's the black dude for？〃 Carl Lee whispered； nodding at the alternate。
〃I'll explain later；〃 Jake said。
Noose cleared his throat and looked down at his new jury。 〃Ladies and gentlemen； you have been carefully selected to serve as jurors in this case。 You have been sworn to fairly try all issues presented before you and to follow the law as I instruct。 Now； according to Mississippi law； you will be sequestered until this trial is over。 This means you will be housed in a motel and will not be allowed to return home until it's over。 I realize this is an extreme hardship； but it's one the law requires。 In just a few moments we will recess until in the morning； and you will be given the chance to call home and order your clothes； toiletries； and whatever else you need。 Each night you will stay in a motel at an undisclosed location outside of Clanton。 Any questions？〃
The twelve appeared dazed； bewildered by the thought of not going home for several days。 They thought of families； kids； jobs； laundry。 Why them？ Out of all those people in the courtroom； why them？
With no response； Noose banged his gavel and the
courtroom began to empty；
juror to the judge's chambers； where she called home and
ordered clothes and a toothbrush。
〃Where are we going？〃 she asked Jean。
〃It's confidential；〃 Jean said。
〃It's confidential；〃 she repeated over the phone to her husband。
By seven； the families had responded with a wild assortment of luggage and boxes。 The chosen ones loaded a chartered Greyhound bus outside the rear door。 Preceded by two patrol cars and an army jeep and followed by three state troopers； the bus circled the square and left Clanton。
Stump Sisson died Tuesday night at the burn hospital in Memphis。 His short； fat body had been neglected over the years and proved itself deficient in resisting the plications bred by the serious burns。 His death brought to four the number of fatalities related to the rape of Tonya Hailey。 Cobb； Willard； Bud Twitty； and now Sisson。
Immediately； word of his death reached the cabin deep in the woods where the patriots met； ate； and drank each night after the trial。 Revenge； they vowed； an eye for an eye and so on。 There were new recruits from Ford County…five in all…making a total of eleven local boys。 They were eager and hungry； and wanted some action。
The trial had been too quiet so far。 It was time for excitement。
Jake paced in front of the couch and delivered his opening statement for the hundredth time。 Ellen listened intently。 She had listened； interrupted； objected； criticized； and argued for two hours。 She was tired now。 He had it perfect。 The margaritas had calmed him and plated his tongue silver。 The words flowed smoothly。 He was gifted。 Especially after a drink or two。
When he finished they sat on the balcony and watched the candles inch slowly in the darkness around the square。 The laughter from the poker games under the pavilions echoed softly through the night。 There was no moon。
Ellen left for the final round of drinks。 She returned with her same beer mugs filled with ice and margaritas。 She sat them on the table and stood behind her boss。 She placed her hands on his shoulders and began rubbing the lower part of his neck with her thumbs。 He relaxed and moved his head from side to side。 She massaged his shoulders and upper back； and pressed her body against his。
〃Ellen； it's ten…thirty； and I'm sleepy。 Where are you staying tonight？〃
〃Where do you think I should stay？〃
〃I think you should stay at your apartment at Ole Miss。〃
〃I'm too drunk to drive。〃
〃Nesbit will drive you。〃
〃Where； may I ask； are you staying？〃
〃At the house my wife and I own on Adams Street。〃
She stopped rubbing and grabbed her drink。 Jake stood and leaned over the rail and yelled at Nesbit。 〃Nesbit！ Wake up！ You're driving to Oxford！〃
Carla found the story on the second page of the front section。 〃All White Jury Chosen for Hailey〃 read the headline。 Jake had not called Tuesday night。 She read the story and ignored her coffee。 The beach house sat by itself in a semisecluded area of the beach。 The nearest neighbor was two hundred yards away。 Her father owned the land in between and had no plans to sell it。 He had built the house ten years earlier when he sold his pany in Knoxville and retired wealthy。 Carla was the only child； and now Hanna would be the only grandchild。 The house…with four bedrooms and four bathrooms scattered over three levels…had room for a dozen grandchildren。
She finished the article and walked to the bay windows in the breakfast room overlooking the beach； and then the ocean。 The brilliant orange mass of the sun had just cleared the horizon。 She preferred the warmth of the bed until well after daybreak； but life with Jake had brought new adventure to the first seven hours of each day。 Her body was conditioned to at least wake up at five…thirty。 He once told her his goal was to go to work in the dark and return from work in the dark。 He usually achieved this goal。 He took great pride in working more hours each day than any lawyer in Ford County。 He was different； but she loved him。
Forty…eight miles northeast of Clanton； the Milburn county seat of Temple lay peacefully beside the Tippah River。 It had three thousand people and two motels。 The Temple Inn was deserted； there being no moral reason to be there this time of year。 At the end of one secluded wing； eight rooms were occupied and guarded