[He pauses again outside. There's probably nothing he can do right this moment - no chance that running over and knocking down a fencepost and telling them all to run is going to help. It's what he wants to do, but this is bigger than that.
But maybe before they head out of town he'll have a better answer. Cruz will know.
Soon he finds himself kneeling beside the trunk, back inside, and taking an old photo in hand as Chrissy passes it over. He'd put as much together after what Cruz told them - poor guy fell in love with a white girl and was probably hanged for it by some lynch mob. It's one thing to guess at that, though, and another entirely to see their faces, preserved side by side.]
Yeah. I wonder. Fuck.
[It's times like this he just isn't sure what to say, but he feels it all strongly - feels awful for Cruz and Elizabeth, but meanwhile, his skin prickles with anger at what these people must have done in retaliation.]
See if you can find a last name. I bet her family lives here.
[He'd bet hard money her family is responsible, in fact. He pulls out a necklace, a comb, then frowns and puts it all right back. It just feels weird to be handling her things.
But then there's one more item he can't resist - a folded piece of paper, but filled to the brim with more. It's a collection of letters.]
no subject
But maybe before they head out of town he'll have a better answer. Cruz will know.
Soon he finds himself kneeling beside the trunk, back inside, and taking an old photo in hand as Chrissy passes it over. He'd put as much together after what Cruz told them - poor guy fell in love with a white girl and was probably hanged for it by some lynch mob. It's one thing to guess at that, though, and another entirely to see their faces, preserved side by side.]
Yeah. I wonder. Fuck.
[It's times like this he just isn't sure what to say, but he feels it all strongly - feels awful for Cruz and Elizabeth, but meanwhile, his skin prickles with anger at what these people must have done in retaliation.]
See if you can find a last name. I bet her family lives here.
[He'd bet hard money her family is responsible, in fact. He pulls out a necklace, a comb, then frowns and puts it all right back. It just feels weird to be handling her things.
But then there's one more item he can't resist - a folded piece of paper, but filled to the brim with more. It's a collection of letters.]
Oh, here. Elizabeth Auclair.