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As soon as Sheriff Tate walked into my office I knew something was wrong. As we pulled into my own driveway I saw Calpurnia bounding towards the house. Of course it would be my children out of them all to spot the dumb dog, then freaking out Calpurnia in the process. As Heck and I reached the porch Jem opened up the screen door.
“Stay inside son.”
That boy always wanted to be a part of what was going on. He never could just wait off to the side and stay out of it.
“Where is he, Cal?”
“He oughta be here by now,” she said pointing down the street.
I looked down the street to see if anything was coming, nothing. Maybe he’s wandered away and we won’t have to do what I think is going to have to be done.
“He might follow the curve; hope he does or he’ll go straight in the Radley backyard. Let’s wait a minute.” …show more content…

I put my foot on a chair and out wiped my hands on the side of my thigh. Then I saw him walking up the far end of the street.
“There he is,” I murmured.
He looks pretty bad. I can’t tell if he’s sick or just so crazy that he looks sick.
“He looks more sick than anything,” Scout said.
“He’s got it all right, Mr.Finch.”
He was inching towards us slowly. I couldn’t help but feel sorry for the old dog, he probably didn’t want to be like this, crazy. What if he didn’t want to hurt anyone? Maybe he was just looking for somewhere to die.
Tim Johnson reached the Radley house and stopped.
“He’s within range, Heck. You better get him before he goes down the street.”
Heck needs to take the shot now; he won’t get another.
Tate handed the rifle to me then, “Take him, Mr. Finch.”
It had caught me off guard, I didn’t think Heck would even think to hand the gun to me. That was my past and this is the

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