money.”
“Well,
Ma’m, that
won’t be
enough.”
“Enough
for what?”
“Enough
for the
taxes,” he
answered
and,
stumping
over to
the
fireplace,
he leaned
down and
held his
red hands
to the
blaze.
“Taxes?”
she
repeated.
“Name of
God, Will!
We’ve
already
paid the
taxes.”
“Yes’m.
But they
say you
didn’t pay
enough. I
heard
about it
today over
to
Jonesboro.”
“But,
Will, I
can’t
understand.
What do
you mean?”
“Miss
Scarlett,
I sure
