God wasn't wicked to let Mister Roger kill Jed Hawkins.

He oughta been killed.

An' God meant him to be killed.
Peter--Peter--we don't care if he's an outlaw! We're goin' with him.
We're goin'-- goin'-- " She sprang to the window, and Peter was at her heels as she strained at it with all her strength, and he could hear her sobbing: "We're goin' with him, Peter.

We're goin'-- if we die for it!" An inch at a time she pried the window up.

The storm beat in.