much their sole recreation. Youâll see a lot of guns âround here, Burrows. When you work, when you eat. Even during break period. Chances are within a coupla weeks youâll even be seeinâ guns in your dreams.â
Ehron Lee listened but did not acknowledge. He doubted heâd be allowed to speak in any case, unless he was asked a direct question. He hoped he wouldnât be. He didnât think heâd be able to offer much of a reply beyond a rasp; his mouth was dry and his throat was parched.
Flanked by two uniformed guards, Ehron Lee followed Superintendent Watson as he started across the sandy grounds. Watson continued speaking while they walked, though they were not words Ehron Lee particularly cared to hear.
âWasnât sure at first where weâd put you, Burrows. Sometimes we get so crowded here weâve had to fit four to a cell. But some room was made for you yesterday; three men tried to break out. Two were killed. The third . . . well, letâs just say you wonât be meetinâ him right away. So youâll be bunkinâ with just one other for the time being. âRound here thatâs considered a luxury.â
Superintendent Watson took another sweeping look around the compound. He wore a satisfied expression as he surveyed his âkingdom.â
âUnderstand you were a soldier,â he said crisply. âLieutenant in the Union army. Impressive, but holds no merit here. The only uniform we recognize here is the one youâll be issued and wonât have no fancy hardware pinned to it. You must know something âbout discipline, though. Well, thatâs fine because it wonât take long for you to discover that discipline and obedience are two qualities we insist upon here.â
Ehron Lee noted the strange yet telling smile offered him by the superintendent.
âMr. Brady, youâll take charge of the prisoner,â Watson then said, turning to one of his men, who was chewing aggressively on a wad of tobacco. He was a barrel-chested man with sparse, close-cropped hair. The white glare of the sun reflected noticeably off his pink scalp.
The man named Brady expectorated a brown stream of juice, half saluted, and said, âYessir,â before giving Ehron Lee a nudge with his rifle barrel to get him moving.
Watson broke away from the men and headed toward his office. Ehron Lee, prodded forward by Mr. Brady, was directed toward another building.
Before Ehron Lee would be taken back to the superintendent to officially be read the rules of Rockmound, he first had to exchange his clothing for prison issue. He couldnât truly be considered a convict until he was dressed as one. There was no consideration of proper fit; Ehron Lee was of medium size and thin, so he was thrown a bundle in approximation of his height and weight.
Once he was outfitted in his gray, black-striped uniform, Ehron Lee was escorted by Mr. Brady to the superintendentâs office, where Watson flipped through the papers prepared by the court.
A look of familiarity crossed his stern features as he came to an item recorded on one page, and he lifted his close-set, piercing eyes toward Ehron Lee.
âI see here you served under Henry Halleck at Corinth,â Watson said, phrasing his words in a way that did not encourage an answer. Nor did he elaborate the reason for his comment.
In any case, it was quickly dismissed as Ehron Lee stood silently and motionlessly for twenty minutes while Watson slowly and precisely explained the rules and regulations of daily prison life. Ehron Lee listened without really hearing. What did catch his attention was a photograph sitting off to the side of the superintendentâs desk. It was of a youngish woman, dark-haired, attractive, whom Ehron Lee imagined was the superintendentâs daughter. Although there was hardly a resemblance between the woman encased in the ornate silver-edged frame and his wife, Ehron