Hung Jury

Hung JuryAt the end of a day of glare and heat – sand devils dancing on ditch banks, leaves still and hushed on oaks, man and animal creeping beneath a baked sky with the movements of hibernation, of clotted blood – at the end of such a day, with the evening star already hung like a distant lamp in the west, a six-year-old girl named Rosa Belle Miller was run over by a car in front of her home in the village of Tobacco Grove. After the first jolting grip of brakes, the car rolled on for several...