Preface – and Postcript
Driving through Ketchum one cold, snow-blown night, Ernest became
upset when he saw lights on in their local bank. ‘They’ were in there
checking on his accounts, he said. Tillie Arnold thought it was
probably the cleaning women. ‘They’re trying to catch us,’ Ernest
replied. ‘They want to get something on us.’ Mary asked who ‘they’
were. ‘The F.B.I.,’ he replied.
– Michael Reynolds, The Final Years, 2000