and Curtis Anderson's guesses were very informed。 But before then we could expect a new resident； name of William Wharton。 〃He's what you like to call 'a problem child；' 〃 Curtis had written ' in his backslanting and somehow prissy script。 〃Crazy…wild and proud of it。 Has rambled all over the state for the last year or so； and has hit the big time at last。 Killed three people in a holdup； one a pregnant woman； killed a fourth in the getaway。 State Patrolman。 All he missed was a nun and a blind man！' I smiled a little at that。 〃Wharton is 19 years old； has Billy the Kid tattooed on upper l。 forearm。 You will have to slap his nose a time or two； I guarantee you that； but be careful when you do it。 This man just doesn't care。〃 He had underlined this last sentiment twice； then finished： 〃Also； he may be a hang…arounder。 He's working appeals； and there's the fact that he is a minor。〃
A crazy kid； working appeals； apt to be around for awhile。 Oh； that all sounded just fine。 Suddenly the day seemed hotter than ever； and I could no longer put off seeing Warden Moores。
I worked for three wardens during my years as a Cold Mountain guard； Hal Moores was the last and best of them。 In a walk。 Honest； straightforward； lacking even Curtis Anderson's rudimentary wit； but equipped with just enough political savvy to keep his job during those grim years 。。。 and enough integrity to keep from getting seduced by the game。 He would not rise any higher； but that seemed all right with