THEY ALL LOOKED at Judd for a few seconds, then Virgil asked Big Curly, "What's this about a will?"

Big Curly shrugged: "I don't know. I was jokin'."

Virgil to Stryker: "The will's an idea, though. Have you looked for a will?"

Stryker shook his head: "I imagine it's in the bank. Or Bob Turner's got it. Turner was the old man's attorney."

"We ought to take a look at it," Virgil said. "Get a writ to open his safe-deposit box, get his attorney and his kid to go with us. Could be something in it."

Williamson said, "What if he left all of his money to George Feur?"

Stryker cracked a smile. "That'd give old Junior a major case of the red ass, you betcha."

Virgil: "Who's George Feur?"

"Nutcase preacher, found Jesus in prison," Stryker said. "He's got a so-called religious compound over by the Dakota line. He was trying his best to save Bill Judd's soul, according to the local gossip."

"He's nuts?"

Williamson said, "He believes in the purity of the white race and that Jesus was a Roman, and thinks blacks were stuck in Africa because of the curse of Cain, and they should all be shipped back there so they can properly suffer the righteous wrath of God, instead of polluting white women and gettin' all the good jobs at Target. Once a month or so, he and a bunch of people get some signs and go march somewhere, and say all of that. Here, Worthington, Sioux Falls."

Little Curly: "He says Indians are the Lost Tribes of Israel, and they're Jews, and they should all go back to Israel so we can get the Second Coming. Had a few fights with Indians."

Virgil: "And he was converting Judd?" He was thinking of the book of Revelation on the Gleasons' end table.

"He needs rich recruits," Williamson said. "How else is he gonna get the money to buy guns to overthrow the godless Democrats and ship the blacks back to Africa?"

"Ah."