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- About the Author
When it came to his business dealings, some said there was a demon behind his smile. He was more than willing to loan money, but if a mortgage or rent payment was overdue, he was merciless. It was said that he had a special book in his pocket where he kept track of how many homes and properties he had repossessed since coming to town five years ago. The joke around town was that whenever Franklin Witt was smiling, he must have been reading in his little black book.
All right, Witt, Ive heard enough. Do you have anything else, Duncan?
Hes already had his say!
The judge stared Witt back down into his chair and Duncan stood.
Only this, judge. Sean needs to pay for the crime hes committed, but not with his life.
Witt came out of his chair once again, but one look from the judge and he kept his mouth shut. Judge Harrisons eyes swung from Witt to Duncan, and finally to Sean. The regret Sean saw in those eyes made his heart pound.
The prisoner will stand.
Sean complied.
Youre a man, Sean Donovan, the judge began. No one forced you to rob that bank. As much as I grieve this course of action, this court sentences you to death.
The noise of the court was deafening with protests and cheers alike. It really is a shame, the judge thought to himself, that this young man has to be the example. But Witt is right, itll continue to happen unless I step in and put a stop to it. None of the judges feelings showed on his face as he held Seans eyes with his own. He spoke when the room quieted.
The building of the gallows will commence immediately and tomorrow afternoon, at 4:30, Sean Donovan will be hanged by the neck until dead. This court is adjourned.
Duncan caught Sean as his legs began to buckle beneath him. Steady, son. The softly whispered words were just enough to keep Sean upright. Knowing that someone in this room cared for him was all he needed. The Lord had given him that much, and for that he was thankful.
Thomas is coming for supper, Duncan told his wife as he came in the kitchen door.
Good. I made extra, hoping you would ask him. Lora paused and studied her husbands face. She didnt need to ask what the verdict had been for his young prisoner; it was written all over his face.
The ladies from the church had been over that day, and theyd all taken time from their quilting to pray. Most had prayed for the prisoner and the judges decision, but Lora had remembered her husband. She had prayed for his peace of mind, as well as strength to do his job, even if the worst happened and Duncan would be called upon to hang a man.
Are you all right? She asked softly when Duncan sat at the table.