I shook hands with the old man and he walked me to the front door。 〃Can you stay for dinner； son？〃
I shook my head and smiled my thanks； but when I opened the door he grasped my sleeve。
〃There're all kinds of justice； Frank；〃 he said kindly； 〃and I've seen most of them in fifty years of practice。 But poetic justice is the best kind of all。 To measure the night； a man must fill his day；〃 he finished cryptically。
I nodded knowingly； although I didn't know what he meant； and I doubt very much whether he did either。 When a man manages to live as long as Judge Powell has； he always thinks he's a sage of some kind。
I cut across town to the U。S。 Highway and ate dinner in a trucker's cafe about a mile outside the city limits。 Two hours later I was riding in the cab of a diesel truck on my way back to Jacksonville。 I had the feeling inside that I had finally burned every bridge； save one； to the past。 But I didn't have any regrets。 To survive in this world； a man has got to do what he has got to do。
9
I was tired when I reached Jacksonville； but I wasn't sleepy。 I had hoped to get some sleep in the cab of the truck on the long drive down； but the driver had talked continuously。 As I listened to him； dumbly； my eyes smarting from cigarette smoke and the desire to close them； he poured out the dull； intimate details of his boring life…his military service with the First Cavalry Division in Vietnam； his courtship； his marriage and his plans for the future （he wanted to be a truck dispatcher so he could sit on his ass）。 He was still going strong when we reached Jax。 To finish his autobiography； he parked at a drive…in and bought me ham and eggs for breakfast。
After shaking hands with the voluble truck driver； who wasn't really a bad guy； I caught a bus downtown and checked into the Jeff Davis Hotel。 One look at the soft double bed and I became wide awake； If my plan was successful； I would know within three days； and I didn't have time to sleep all day。 I had to proceed with a confidence I didn't actually have； as though there could be no doubt of the oute。
After I shaved； I prepared a list for Doc Riordan。 These were supplies I would need； and I intended to take advantage of our agreement。 It would take a long time to use up eight hundred dollars worth of cocker's supplies。
One。 Conditioning powder。 Doc made a reliable conditioning powder…a concoction containing iron for vigor； and Vitamin Bi。 This powder； mixed with a gamecock's special diet； is a valuable aid to developing a bird's muscles and reflexes。 I put down an order for three pounds。
Two。 Dextrose capsules。 A dextrose capsule； dropped down a gamecock's throat an hour before a fight； gives him the same kind of fresh energy a candy bar provides to a mountain climber halfway up a mountain。 On my list I put down an order for a twenty…four…gamecock season supply。
Three。 Doc Riordan's Blood Builder。 For many years Doc had made and sold a blood coagulant that was as good as any on the market。 If he didn't have any on hand he could make more。 This was a blood builder in capsule form containing Vitamin K； the blood coagulating vitamin； whole liver and several other secret ingredients。 Who can judge the effectiveness of a blood coagulant？ I can't。 But if any blood coagulants worked； and I don't leave any loopholes when it es to conditioning； I preferred to use Doc Riordan's。 Again I marked down enough for a twenty…fourgamecock supply。
Four。 Disinfectants。 Soda； formaldehyde； sulfur； carbolic acid； oil of tansy； sassafras； creosote； camphor and rubbing alcohol。 Insects are a major problem for cockfighters。 Lice are almost impossible to get rid of pletely； but a continuous fight against them must be fought if a man wants to keep healthy game fowl。 Give me a plentiful supply of all these； I wrote on my list。
Five。 Turpentine。 Five gallons。 The one essential fluid a cocker must have for survival。 God has seen fit to subject chickens to the most loathsome diseases in the world…pip； gapes； costiveness； diarrhea； distemper； asthma； catarrh； apoplexy； cholera； lime legs； canker and many others。 Any one of these sicknesses can knock out a man's entire flock of game fowl before he knows what has happened to him。 Fortunately； a feather dipped in turpentine and shoved into a cock's nostrils； or swabbed in his throat； or sometimes just a few drops of turpentine in a bird's drinking water； will prevent or cure many of these diseases。 When turpentine fails； I destroy the sick chicken and bury him deep to prevent the spread of his disease。
When I pleted my list I sealed it in a hotel envelope； wrote Doc Riordan's name on the outside； and headed for the drugstore where he had part…time work。 Doc wasn't in； but the owner said he was expected at noon。 Figuring that Doc would freely requisition most of the items on my list from the owner； I decided not to leave it； and to e back later。
I walked to the Western Union office and sent two straight wires。 The first wire was to my neighbor and fellow cocker in Ocala； Omar Baradinsky：
HAVE LIGHTS AND WATER TURNED ON AT MY FARM。 WILL
REIMBURSE UPON ARRIVAL。 F MANSFIELD。
I knew Omar wouldn't mind attending to this chore for me in downtown Ocala and inasmuch as I didn't know what day or what time I would arrive at the farm； I wanted to be certain there was water and electricity when I got there。
The other wire was to Mr。 Jake Mellhorn； Altamount； North Carolina。 Jake Mellhorn bred and sold a game strain called the Mellhorn Black。 It was a rugged breed； and I knew this from watching Blacks fight many times。
These chickens fought equally well in long and short heels； depending upon their conformation and conditioning； but they were unpredictable fighters…some were cutters and others were shufflers…and they had a tendency to alternate their tactics in the pit。 As a general rule I prefer cutters over shufflers； but I needed a dozen Aces and a fair price。 Jake Mellhorn had been after me for several years to try a season with his Blacks； and I knew that he would give me a fairly low price on a shipment of a dozen。 If I won with his game strain at any of the major derbies； he would be able to jack the price up on the game fowl he sold the following season to other cockers。 I could win with any hardy； farm…walked game strain that could stand up under my conditioning methods…Claret； Madigan； Whitehackle； Doms…but the excellent cocks I would need would cost too much； especially after putting out five hundred dollars for Icky。 It wouldn't hurt anything to send a wire to Jake and find out what he had to offer anyway。
TO： JAKE MELLHORN； ALTAMOUNT； NC。
NEED TWELVE FARM…WALKED COCKS。 NO STAGS； NO COOPWALKS
WANTED。 PUREBRED MELLHORNS ONLY。 NO CROSSES。 SEND PRICE
AND DETAILS C/O JEFF DAVIS HOTEL； JACKSONVILLE； FLA。
F。 MANSFIELD。
If I knew lake Mellhorn； and I knew the egotistic； selfcentered old man well； I'd have a special delivery letter from him within a couple of days。 And on my first order； at least； he would send me Aces。
I paid the girl for the wires； and then ate a hamburger at a little one…arm joint down the street before returning to Foster's Drugstore。
Now that the wires were on their way； I felt mitted； even though they didn't mean anything in themselves。 I felt like I was getting the dice rolling by forcing my luck。
I couldn't pay for the Mellhorns； no matter how good a price Jake gave me。 I couldn't even repay Omar Baradinsky the utilities deposit money he would put up for me in Ocala…and yet I felt confident。 Surely Judge Powell would e through with one thousand； five hundred dollars now； because I had acted as though he would。 It was a false feeling of confidence； and I knew that it was bogus in the same way a man riding in a transatlantic airplane knows that there cannot possibly be a crack…up because he bought one hundred thousand dollars' worth of insurance at the airport before the plane took off。
Doc Riordan was sitting at the fountain counter； wearing a short white jacket； when I entered the drugstore。 I eased onto the stool beside him and tapped him on the shoulder。