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ght　he　was　joking；　but　when　word　of　Jim　Tile's　boldly　stated　ambition　reached　certain　colonels　and　lieutenants　in　Tallahassee　he　was　immediately　reassigned　to　patrol　the　remote　roadways　of　Harney　County　and　faithfully　protect　its　enlightened　citizenry；　most　of　whom　insisted　on　addressing　him　as　Boy　or　Son　or　Officer　Zulu。
　One　day　Trooper　Jim　Tile　was　told　to　acpany　a　little…known　gubernatorial　candidate　on　a　campaign　swing　through　Harney。　The　day　began　with　breakfast　at　the　pancake　house　and　finished　with　a　roast…hog　barbecue　on　the　shore　of　Lake　Jesup。　The　candidate；　Clinton　Tyree；　gave　the　identical　slick　speech　no　less　than　nine　times；　and　out　of　utter　boredom　Jim　Tile　memorized　it。　By　the　end　of　the　day　he　was　unconsciously　muttering　the　big　applause　lines　just　before　they　came　out　of　the　candidate's　mouth。　From　the　reactions…and　penurious　donations…of　several　fat…cat　political　contributors；　it　was　obvious　that　they　had　gotten　the　idea　that　Clinton　Tyree　was　letting　a　big　black　man　tell　him　what　to　say。
　At　dusk；　after　all　the　reporters　and　politicos　had　polished　off　the　barbecue　and　gone　home；　Clinton　Tyree　took　Jim　Tile　aside　and　said：
　〃I　know　you　don't　think　much　of　my　speech；　but　in　November　I'm　going　to　be　elected　governor。〃
　〃I　don't　doubt　it；〃　Jim　Tile　had　said；　〃but　it's　because　of　your　teeth；　not　your　ideals。〃
　After　Clinton　Tyree　won　the　election；　one　of　the　first　things　he　did　was　order　Trooper　Jim　Tile　transferred　from　Harney　County　to　the　governor's　special　detail　in　Tallahassee。　This　unit　was　the　equivalent　of　the　state's　Secret　Service；　one　of　the　most　prestigious　assignments　in　the　highway　patrol。　Never　before　had　a　black　man　been　chosen　as　a　bodyguard　for　a　governor；　and　many　of　Tyree's　cronies　told　him　that　he　was　setting　a　dangerous　precedent。　The　governor　only　laughed。　He　told　them　that　Jim　Tile　was　the　most　prescient　man　he'd　met　during　the　whole　campaign。　An　exit　survey　taken　on　election　day　by　the　pollster　Pat　Caddell　revealed　that　what　Florida　voters　had　liked　most　about　candidate　Clinton　Tyree　was　not　his　plainly　spoken　views　on　the　death　penalty　or　toxic　dumps　or　corporate　ine　taxes；　but　rather　his　handsome　smile。　In　particular；　his　teeth。
　During　his　brief　and　turbulent　tenure　in　the　governor's　mansion；　Clinton　Tyree　confided　often　in　Jim　Tile。　The　trooper　grew　to　admire　him；　he　thought　the　new　governor　was　courageous；　visionary；　earnest；　and　doomed。　Jim　Tile　was　probably　the　only　person　in　Florida　who　was　not　surprised　when　Clinton　Tyree　resigned　from　office　and　vanished　from　the　public　eye。
　As　soon　as　Tyree　was　gone；　Trooper　Jim　Tile　was　removed　from　the　governor's　detail　and　sent　back　to　Harney　in　the　hopes　that　he'd　e　to　his　senses　and　quit　the　force。
　For　some　reason　he　did　not。
　
　Jim　Tile　remained　loyal　to　Clinton　Tyree；　who　was　now　calling　himself　Skink　and　subsisting　on　fried　bass　and　dead　animals　off　the　highway。　Jim　Tile's　loyalty　extended　so　far　as　to　driving　the　former　governor　to　the　Orlando　airport　for　one　of　his　rare　trips　out　of　state。
　〃I　could　take　some　p　time　and　e　with　you；〃　Jim　Tile　volunteered。
　Skink　was　riding　in　the　back　of　the　patrol　car　in　order　to　draw　less　attention。　He　looked　like　a　prisoner　anyway。
　〃Thanks　for　the　offer；〃　he　said；　〃but　we're　going　to　a　tournament　in　Louisiana。〃
　Jim　Tile　nodded　in　understanding。　〃Gotcha。〃　Bopping　down　Bourbon　Street　he'd　be　fine。　Fishing　the　bayous　was　another　matter。
　〃Keep　your　ears　open　while　I'm　gone；〃　Skink　said。　〃I'd　steer　clear　of　the　Morgan　Slough；　too。〃
　〃Don't　worry。〃
　Skink　could　tell　Jim　Tile　was　worried。　He　could　see　distraction　in　the　way　the　trooper　sat　at　the　wheel；　driving　was　the　last　thing　on　his　mind。　He　was　barely　doing　sixty。
　〃Is　it　me　or　yourself　you're　thinking　about？〃　Skink　asked。
　〃I　was　thinking　about　something　that　happened　yesterday　morning；〃　Jim　Tile　said。　〃About　twenty　minutes　after　I　dropped　you　guys　off　on　the　highway；　I　pulled　over　a　pickup　truck　that　nearly　broke　my　radar。〃
　〃Mrnrnm；〃　Skink　said；　acting　like　he　couldn't　have　cared　less。
　〃I　wrote　him　up　a　speeding　ticket　for　doing　ninety…two。　The　man　said　he　was　late　for　work。　I　said　where　do　you　work；　and　he　said　Miller　Lumber。　I　said　you　must　be　new；　and　he　said　yeah；　that's　right。　I　said　it　must　be　your　first　day　because　you're　driving　the　wrong　damn　direction；　and　then　he　didn't　say　anything。〃
　〃You　ever　seen　this　boy　before？〃
　〃No；〃　Jim　Tile　said。
　〃Or　the　truck？〃
　〃No。　Had　Louisiana　plates。　Jefferson　Parish。〃
　〃Mmmm；〃　Skink　said。
　〃But　you　know　what　was　funny；〃　Jim　Tile　said。　'There　was　a　rifle　clip　on　the　front　seat。　No　rifle；　just　a　fresh　clip。　Thirty　rounds。　Would　have　fit　a　Ruger；　I　expect。　The　man　said　the　gun　was　stolen　out　of　his　truck　down　in　West　Palm。　Said　some　nigger　kids　stole　it。〃
　Skink　frowned。　〃He　said　that　to　your　face？　Nigger　kids？　What　the　hell　did　you　do　when　he　said　that；　Jim？　Split　open　his　cracker　skull；　I　hope。〃
　〃Naw；〃　Jim　Tile　said。　〃Know　what　else　was　strange？　I　saw　two　jugs　of　coffee　on　the　front　seat。　Not　one；　but　two。〃
　〃Maybe　he　was　extra　thirsty；〃　Skink　said。
　〃Or　maybe　the　second　jug　didn't　belong　to　him。　Maybe　it　belonged　to　a　buddy。〃　The　trooper　straightened　in　the　driver's　seat；　yawned；　and　stretched　his　arms。　〃Maybe　the　man's　buddy　was　the　one　with　the　rifle。　Maybe　there　was　some　trouble　back　on　the　road　and　something　happened　to　him。〃
　〃You　got　one　hell　of　an　imagination；〃　Skink　said。　〃You　ought　to　write　for　the　movies。〃　There　was　no　point　in　telling　his　friend　about　the　killing。　Someday　it　might　be　necessary；　but　not　now；　the　trooper　had　enough　to　worry　about。
　〃So　you　got　the　fellow's　name；　the　driver；〃　Skink　said。
　Jim　Tile　nodded。　〃Thomas　Curl。〃
　〃I　don't　believe　he　works　at　Miller's；〃　Skink　remarked。
　〃Me　neither。〃
　〃Suppose　I　ask　around　New　Orleans。〃
　〃Would　you　mind？〃　Jim　Tile　said。　〃I'm　just　curious。〃
　〃Don't　blame　you。　Man's　got　to　have　a　reason　for　lying　to　a　cop。　I'll　see　what　I　can　dig　up。〃
　They　rode　the　last　ten　miles　in　silence；　Jim　Tile；　wishing　that　Skink　would　just　e　out　and　tell　him　about　it；　but　knowing　there　were　good　reasons　not　to。　The　second　man　was　dead；　the　trooper　was　sure。　Maybe　the　details　weren't　all　that　important。
　As　he　pulled　up　to　the　terminal；　Jim　Tile　said；　〃This　Decker；　you　must　think　he's　all　right。〃
　〃Seems　solid　enough。〃
　〃Just　remember　he's　got　other　priorities。　He's　not　working　for　you。〃
　〃Maybe　he　is；〃　Skink　said；　〃and　he　just　doesn't　know　it。〃
　〃Yet；〃　said　Jim　Tile。
　
　R。　J。　Decker　was　pacing　in　front　of　the　Eastern　Airlines　counter　when　Skink　lumbered　in；　looking　like　a　biker　who'd　misplaced　all　his　amphetamines。　Still；　Decker　had　to　admit；　the　overall　appearance　was　a　slight　improvement。
　〃I　took　a　bath；〃　Skink　said；　〃aren't　you　proud？〃
　〃Thank　you。〃
　〃I　hate　airplanes。〃
　〃e　on；　they're　boarding　our　flight。〃
　At　the　gate　Skink　got　into　an　argument　with　a　flight　attendant　who　wouldn't　let　him　carry　on　his　scuba　gear。
　〃It　won't　fit　under　the　seat；〃　she　explained。
　〃I'll　show　you　where　it　fits；〃　Skink　growled。
　〃Just　check　the　tanks　into　baggage；〃　Decker　said。
　〃They'll　bust　'em；〃　Skink　protested。
　〃Then　I'll　buy　you　new　ones。〃
　〃Our　handlers　are　very　careful；〃　the　flight　attendant　said　brightly。
　〃Troglodytes！〃　said　Skink；　and　stalked　onto　the　airplane。
　〃Your　friend's　a　little　grumpy　this　morning；〃　the　flight　attendant　said　as　she　took　Decker's　ticket　coupon。
　〃He's　just　a　nervous　flier。　He'll　settle　down。〃
　〃I　hope　so。　You　might　mention　to　him　that　we　have　an　armed　sky　marshal　on　board。〃
　Oh；　absolutely；　Decker　thought；　what　a　fine　idea。
　He　found　Skink　hunkered　down　in　the　last　row　of　the　tail　section。
　〃I　traded　seats　with　a　couple　Catholic　missionaries；〃　Skink　explained。　〃This　is　the　safest　place　to　be　if　the　plane　goes　down；　the　last　row。　Where's　your　camera　gear？〃
　〃In　a　trunk；　don't　worry。〃
　〃You　remembered　the　tripod？〃
　〃Yes；　captain。〃
　Skink　was　a　jangled　mess。　He　fumed　and　squirmed　and　fidgeted。　He　scratched　nervously　at　the　hair　on　his　cheeks。　Decker　had　never　seen　him　this　way。
　〃You　don't　like　to　fly？〃
　〃Spent　half　my　life　on　planes。　Planes　don't　scare　me。　I　hate　the　goddamn　things　but　they　don't　scare　me；　if