"Nothin."
"The Chief won't like it if you hold out on him, Hull," Tremaine said. "He's bound to find out."
Jess looked at the boy. "Hull's a pretty dumb boy," he said. "But he's not that dumb. Let's have it, Hull."
The boy licked his lips. "I had Pa's 30-30, and Bovey Lay had a twelve-gauge...."
"What time was this?"
"Just after sunset."
"About seven-thirty, that'd be," said Jess. "That was half an hour before the fire was spotted."
"I didn't do no shootin. It was Bovey. Old Bram jumped out at him, and he just fired off the hip. But he didn't kill him. He seen him run off...."
"You were on the porch when this happened. Which way did Bram go?"
"He ... run inside."