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Yeah. Its going to be rough, but Im trusting the Lord.
Lora moved away from the stove and put her arms around him. Duncans eyes slid shut at the feel and smell of her. She was stability when his world felt shattered. She was logical when his emotional strength was at an end. Without a doubt, she was Gods most precious gift to him.
He told her as much, and then they took time to pray before supper. Duncan asked God to sustain Sean in the hours to come. Lora asked the same for Duncan, wishing all the while that her husband could be spared from such a task but never dreaming that it could really happen.
Youve done it again havent you, Lucas?
The sheriff didnt answer the judge. He took the bowl of potatoes Lora was passing him and served himself. The judge was righthe had done it again. He had grown overly compassionate in his job. It had never made him err in judgment, but it made the inevitable, such as Seans hanging, feel like a knife in his side.
Im staying for the hanging.
Duncan looked at him in surprise. The implication was clear, and he resented it.
I can handle it.
I know you can, but Ive decided to stay and spare you.
Duncan felt badly for his presumption. Praising God that Duncan would not have to pull that handle, Lora swallowed hard against a sudden rush of tears.
Thanks, Tom. Duncan said the words aloud; Lora said them in her heart.
Nothing more was said on the subject, and when the meal was finished the men left. Duncan told Lora that he would be home around midmorning. Judge Harrison walked with Duncan as far as the hotel where the men bid each other goodnight.
Duncans deputy had been expecting him, and other than Seans not eating his supper, he had nothing to report. Duncan knew how easy it would be to try to coax Sean into eating, but given the same circumstances, he knew he himself would not want to be patronized.
He picked up an extra chair and carried it down to the front of Seans cell. After turning it around, he sat astride it and looked at his prisoner where he sat on the cot.
Im sorry about today, Sean. I prayed it would be different. These words and the actions of the past two days told Sean that the man across from him was a fellow believer in Christ.
I did too, but I know that since it wasnt, thats the way its supposed to be.
All of Duncans suspicions were confirmed. How did you get this far from God, Sean?