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When Sean woke it was midmorning. He immediately remembered Duncans words and thought of his own hanging. He realized that his head felt better, and his anger was gone, but his heart still thundered within him like that of a trapped bird. Trapped. A very fitting word for a man in a cell, and even though he wanted to blame Hartley, he couldnt. It was time to face the fact that he had no one to blame but himself.
Suddenly Hartleys words from the cabin as they bent over the plan of the bank came rushing back to Sean. Nothing to it, Sean, youll see. Seans throat emitted a hoarse, humorless laugh.
Youve been a fool, Sean Donovan, he whispered. And youre going to pay for that foolishness with your life.
Sean rolled over to his stomach on the narrow cot and let the tears flow. At the same time he wept, Sean once again began to pray. He surrendered his heart to God, with all its anger and bitterness, for the first time since his mother died.
nine
Two days later Sean was handcuffed and led to the courthouse. The small building was packed and stifling. Seans mouth had never been so dry, and he longingly eyed the pitcher of water sitting on the judges table.
Judge Thomas Harrison entered, going straight to his chair. Sean was surprised by his appearance, for he was very small in stature, not even up to Seans shoulder. The most remarkable feature about him was his full beard; it nearly obscured his face.
The next two hours would forever live in Seans mind. The sheriff gave a full report on all Sean had told him, including his behavior as a prisoner, his background, and the way Hartley had used naive young men in the past to rob banks with him.
Franklin Witt was not so benevolent. He proclaimed that Sean was no better than a two-bit thief, and that the country was better off without such vermin. He reminded the court that one of his guards had been hit on the head and could have been killed. After this he announced, in a voice heard by all, that Sean Donovan should die.
Might I remind you, Witt nearly shouted, that this will continue to happen? And when Hartley and his gang are done with the bank, theyll start on our homes. Are you going to set this man free to rob again? Witt was in his element, and he was determined to convince the judge that Sean needed to hang.
Franklin Witt was a man in his forties with a full head of gray hair and a distinguished air of authority about him that captured everyones attention. He took great pride in his position as town banker, and even greater pride at the amount of property he owned.