mr. henshaw, you said that, uh, your son had been killed.

mr. henshaw, you said that, uh, your son had been killed. no? there's no body because no one was killed. well, then that wasn't black craping on the old man's door. it was just a bunch of violets, right? that black crape on his door and the black band on his arm. it's his way of making something of himself. he craves a little importance. he don't know which end is up. he did hava son, though, huh? he has a son. now listen, gabe told me that the boy left the house thursday night after supper. he went to see someone and he didn't come back. he say who he went to see? - no. - you know why? one. wilt henshaw got sick of watching old gabe belt the bottle, and took off for parts unknown. something? oh, i've just never known a man yet that would, uh, give up his whole bankroll to save his pride. $30. $30. you staying around? i'll know better after i see someone. - who? - a girl. her name's abbie fenton. why? i'll see you. randall. abbie fenton comes from a nice family. old gabe gave 'em a lot of grief with his wild talk. if they're n let be, the town w