"I'm not buying."
"Mr. Lyman, I'm not selling anything. I came by to see if you could answer a couple of questions about Lauro..."
"I don't have no answers about that stupid Mexican fuck."
"He worked for you last summer?"
"Get the fuck off my deck and don't come back."
Editor's note: I attempted on three other occassions, twice at the gas station and once at the post office, to talk with Mr. Lyman, but each time he refused to talk and threatened me. He did not respond to a letter. He has no listed phone number and, apparantly, no internet access. Lauro worked on Mr. Lyman's feedlot crew sporadically during the summer of 2009.
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