I didn't know anything about Tucker before then. Don't think he'd done anything to get told about. That started after the War. Hell, may have started when he came to work for me. Just my luck. Turned out he'd had a pretty rough time of it during the War. He didn't get hurt hisself--he was old enough that he didn't get no further than some naval base up in Maryland or Virginia. Folding blankets or some such. But everything else in his life plumb went to the dogs. First that boy of his got killed at D-Day. When that happened his wife, May, was out of these parts before you could say scat. I don't know that anybody knows for sure where she went, but everybody always said California. And Nelson went out to Los Angeles for two or three weeks to look around, but never had any luck. So he closed up the little house him and May and Dean had and went back to stay with his momma.