Downtown in the convivial warmth of Canon City's Elks Club, barrel-shaped Warden Roy Best bull-roared with the boys and waited for his dinner. It was a nasty night outside. Snow swirled heavily about the high, menacing walls of Roy's place of business, the Colorado State Penitentiary, on the edge of town. On the grey stone towers, guards paced uneasily and strained to see through the swirling blizzard.
The time was 4:50 p.m. The 1,200 prisoners had finished supper. In Cell Block No. 6, known as Little Siberia, where Warden Best keeps the...
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