leather shiny but with a patina that muted the shine to a lovely warm glow. A nice leather jacket hung on a hook behind him, and a Stetson, a perfect sculpture, white and solid as if carved from bone, rested on the shelf above.
I hoped Iâd be able to see a view of the mountain from the windowâwe were just high enough to see over the top of the post oaks. On the map I got from the library, I noticed that the highest elevation in the Gatesville area had in fact been something called South Mountain. Through the window, I looked south. The highest hill seemed ever so slightly higher than the second highest.
I said to the warden, âIs that South Mountain?â
âYes, Agent, it is.â
Iâd say the elevation of South Mountain was maybe nine hundred inches. There was no mountain. Someone gave the womenâs death row its name as a joke.
Beyond the prison complex I made out a narrow line of muddy water, one of those creeks the army engineers had impounded and turned into Belton Lake. The prison fields were surrounded by a wetland that spread out into the far distance. State School Road had been laid across a swamp, the houses on either side built on fill.
The warden said, âSo youâve come to speak to the prisoner.â
I turned from the window. âYes, I have. But there are a few things Iâd like to know before I do.â
âFor instance?â
âWhen will she be transported to Huntsville?â
âRona Leighâs not goinâ anywhere.â
âIâm sorry? I understoodâ¦â
âThe death house in Huntsville is smack in the center of town. Itâs a big brick box, takes up two city blocks. The Walls. Nickname âcause thatâs what you see: walls. The holding pen is in the Walls too. Weâve decided we canât send her to a unit where the population is entirely men. If we do they will become, letâs say, agitated. The law says executions shall be carried out at the Walls. However, the wording doesnât say women shall be executed there, it says men. So we were able to get around it. Rona Leigh will die right here at her home, something all of us wish for when it comes time for our own passinâ. Itâll be real hard on my corrections officers. The guards. Theyâve all come to know her. Whereas at the Walls, the boys execute strangers. So Iâve had to make clear to our own boys that theyâre just cogs in the wheels. The people responsible for the execution of Rona Leigh Glueck are her jury, her arrestinâ officers, ex cetra. The governor himself.
âThe holding pen is in our death house, in the same building as the execution chamber. The execution will be carried out on my turf, and I intend to do my turf proud.â
He sounded like the father of the bride.
I said, âWill the details be the same? I mean, the holding pen, for example. Is it a cage?â
âNothing could describe it better. It just arrived from the manufacturer three days ago.â
âWhere is the building?â
He rose and joined me at the window. He pointed.
âSee just inside the front gate? The little bungalow? Used to be a rest station for the watch guards, if they needed a little nap during their break. Itâs been converted to a death house. Itâs not quite ready. End of the week.â
âMay I have a look?â
âCanât see why not.â
He took a key from a wall safe and grabbed his Stetson. Same one that the Texas Rangers wear. He set it on his head at a perfect angle without having to look in a mirror.
Outside, we climbed into his pickup for the fifty-yard trip. I asked him, âHave you spent much time with her?â
âYes, Agent, I certainly have. She is allowed to ask to speak to her warden. I have accommodated Rona Leigh as to all reasonable requests, just as I have accommodated yours. And that brings me to a request of my own. Strictly based on curiosity. I think I am