a child doing a tantrum； and the sun did not go behind a cloud； and the sight was not blotted from their eyes。 It was there before them； as real as a dogbite。 The black man rocked back and forth； Cora and Kathe rocked with him like dolls in the arms of a giant。 The bloodstained muscles in the man's huge； bare arms flexed and relaxed； flexed and relaxed； flexed and relaxed。
It was Klaus Detterick who broke the tableau。 Screaming； he flung himself at the monster who had raped and killed his daughters。 Sam Hollis knew his job and tried to do it； but couldn't。 He was six inches taller than Klaus and outweighed him by at least seventy pounds； but Klaus seemed to almost shrug his encircling arms off。 Klaus flew across the intervening open ground and launched a flying kick at Coffey's head。 His workboot； caked with spilled milk that had already soured in the heat； scored a direct hit on Coffey's left temple； but Coffey seemed not to feel it at all。 He only sat there； keening and rocking and looking out across the river； the way I imagine it； he could almost have been a picture out of some piney woods Pentecostal sermon； the faithful follower of the Cross looking out toward Goshen Land 。。。 if not for the corpses； that was。
It took four men to haul the hysterical farmer off John Coffey； and he fetched Coffey I don't know how many good licks before they finally did。 It didn't seem to matter to Coffey； one way or the other； he just went on looking out across the river and