![]() ![]() ![]() From there it fell about nine feet, culminating in a perfect hangman’s knot, one that Seth had undoubtedly worked on for some time. The other end was looped over a higher branch, two feet in girth and exactly twenty-one feet from the ground. One end was tied firmly to a lower branch of the same tree and secured with a slapdash mix of knots and lashings. Later, an employee in one of Seth’s factories would report that he had seen his boss cut the fifty-foot length from a spool a week before using it in such dramatic fashion. The rope was three-quarter-inch braided natural Manila, of some age and easily strong enough to handle Seth, who weighed 160 pounds a month earlier at the doctor’s office. ![]() The logistics of hanging oneself from a tree are not that simple. Why was that important? Ultimately, it was not. Someone would point out that there was no mud on his shoes and no tracks below him, so therefore he was probably hanging and dead when the rain began. ![]() A front was moving through and Seth was soaked when they found him, not that it mattered. He was at the end of a rope, six feet off the ground and twisting slightly in the wind. They found Seth Hubbard in the general area where he had promised to be, though not exactly in the condition expected. ![]()
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