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Magnificent... 8?	By : SisterWine Category: M through R > Magnificent Seven Views: 1621 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: MGM Home Entertainment and Mirisch Corp. own the Magnificent Seven. I make no claim to the series or characters. The other characters in the story, are mine.

Chapter List
- 1-Magnificent... 8?
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Part Four
- 5-Part Five
- 6-Part Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Chapter 8
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 9
- 10
- 11
Mary had been finishing up with her other columns and getting ready for the next stage in Jesse's trial when a knock on her office door startled her. Turning to see who had opened the door, after knocking, she was relieved to see Chris remove his hat as he stepped in, closing the door behind him. "Chris. I was just getting ready for the trial. How's Jesse?" She had paused from gathering papers and straightening her desk up to ask as the man in black came closer, hat in his hands.
Chris stopped a few steps away from her and watched her as she sifted papers together, giving herself a papercut on her left thumb. His eyes watched as she raised her hand to her lips and gingerly sucked on the small cut. "Vin's keeping him company. Sheriff Drake seems a bit too eager to wait for the verdict before giving Jesse his punishment. How's Lyla holding up?"
Still holding the side of her left thumb to her mouth, Mary walked around to the front of her desk and sat on the edge, a foot from where Chris stood. "Better. She's resting. After her testimony of Whipporwill Creek, I don't think it's a good idea to bring her into Sheriff McCall's murder trial. Before I left her room, Nathan examined her." Her downcast eyes had feared looking up, into his calm blue ones. "She hasn't been feeling well, for a few days. Regardless if Jesse's innocent or guilty, the stress might be too much for her to handle."
Sighing and letting the news sink in, Chris thought out what the next step was. "Anyone else know?"
Mary shook her head. "No. We thought it best not to tell the sheriff or Jesse, just yet."
Chris nodded and remained silent. His mind played scenarios of Jesse finding out he would be a father and then the verdict of the next trial being guilty, and then innocent. His mind also played the scenario of Lyla's brother finding out about the child and gave him no happy outcome. "For now, let's keep it between the four of us. This kind of news won't do any good at the trial."
Mary agreed. "What if Jesse is found guilty? Sheriff Drake might do something rash against her for testifying in Jesse's favour."
Shaking his head, Chris disagreed. "No, he loves his sister. It's Jesse, he's not too fond of." Chris placed his hat down, on the desk, beside her before resting his hands on her arms for comfort. "The judge won't let anything happen. The others and I'll protect her, and Jesse, if it comes to that."
Again, Mary nodded. Stepping forward, Mary rest her head on Chris's chest. The sound of his calm and soft heartbeat soothed her. She wrapped her arms around his waist and held him, letting all of her anxieties slip away. She smiled as he reciprocated the emotion and held her gently to him.
Her hair smelled clean and her skin had been lightly perfumed with roses. Chris had tried so hard to remember what Sarah smelled like and felt like, in his arms. So far, he couldn't. His eyes closed, briefly as he inhaled her clean scent, once again. The room and outside had fallen silent around them. Chris breathed calmly and then opened his eyes and found himself holding Mary, not Sarah. Releasing her and taking a step back, he felt as if he couldn't breathe. The emotions he had denied himself, for so long, had pressed against him in a fit of desperation. "I should get back to the jail. Let Vin get some rest."
Mary took a moment to gather herself, looking away from him and taking shallow breaths. She had known them all for only a short time but felt that Chris had felt something for her, as she had for him. She hadn't been completely certain and had taken a big chance in embracing him. Mary hadn't been one to be so forward but, in taking a deep breath, she stepped forward and pulled him into a kiss. She had only wanted it to be a moment before she regained her composure and he pulled away but, it had lasted and, to her amasement, he had leaned into the kiss. When it ended, she felt her cheeks redden with embarrassment. "I, I um--...."
Chris paused to watch her reaction to what she had done. With a breath and small grin, he leaned over and replaced her stumbling words with his own kiss. It only lasted a few seconds bu had been enough to force Mary's knees to give out and fall against him. Chris had been waiting for the chance to show Mary how much he cared for her but never seemed to have the gusto to tell her. The kiss she had given him proved to him that she had been ready and willing to show him how she felt that it left him with no choice but to match her claim. Their lips seemed to come together and melt into one as their embrace deepened. He felt her hand on his chest, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat.
In pulling away from each other, each took a break before continuing with their pre-interruption assignments.
Mary watched as Chris excused himself from her office and reached up to touch her lips, where his had been. She sighed and swallowed, feeling her body get warm from remembering his touch. The same hand that had felt his heartbeat now touched her own. The quickening of pace as she flushed in thought of if he had stayed. With Billy at school, and no one to disturb them, they could have easily let it go farther. Taking another deep breath, Mary turned back to her desk and stared at the paperwork, she had just organised.
The door opened again and promptly closed. Mary had only a few seconds to turn and gasp as Chris scooped her up, into his arms and carried her back into her bedroom, kicking the door closed, with his right boot. He had placed her on the bed and leaned over her, kissing her lips, gently, as he unfastened his gun belt and placed it on the floor. Tracing kisses down her jawline to her left collarbone, he could feel her arms around him, holding him closer. Sliding a hand to her ankle and slowly moving the skirt of her pink, flowered dress up her bent leg, her legs easing apart. Moving the same hand between them to find the open part of her drawers, Chris paused to unbutton his own pants and shove the material aside.
Mary gasped as he entered her, causing Chris to pause and ask if she was alright. When she nodded and he continued, she bit her lower lip to ease the fluttering in her stomach. She had wanted him for so long but couldn't bring herself to commit to him as one of the doves he preferred, in Purgatory or Wickes Town. Mary had missed her husband and felt sadness for letting go of Gerard but she had wanted Chris. The rhythmic thrusts deepened and her gasps became more strained. Their lips met again and she could feel him pant and groan against her.
Chris shoved himself in, again and again, reminding himself to be careful. His thrusts were met by her growing need and desire for him. He was careful not to move too fast or be too greedy but that had changed as he felt her hands on his hips, fisting themselves into the material of his pants. Gaining momentum and becoming more frantic in his movements, Chris could feel himself on the verge of release. His lips moved lower to kiss her neck as her hands toyed with his hair. Hearing her guttural moan in his ear called him to finish and strain as they held each other tightly.
~~~~~~~
Jesse sat in the chair, in front of the crowd of people that had gathered, as well as the new jury. Raking his top front teeth over his lower lip, he swallowed nervously as he started. His eyes moved over the waiting crowd but settled on Lyla. His mouth went dry and his voice cracked as he cleared his throat to speak. "When I was 12, my older sister was killed. She was supposed to get me for school. Instead, I was watchin' my Pa play poker, in the Saloon. She got mixed up in conversation with a few other people watchin' and we got separated. Beth, my sister, caught a tinhorn palmin' cards and tried to tell Pa but, he wouldn't listen. A scuffle started between the man and Pa. Pa was the sheriff so, everyone thought they were safe but, the man was his friend from the war. When it came to keepin the peace, Pa was the best, except when it was his friend that was on the wrong side. I was talkin' and laughin' with another boy, in the saloon. Then I heard the pop and Beth fell to the floor. There was so much blood." He paused to brush a tear from his cheek and gather himself before resuming. "Pa arrested his friend for murder but, he didn't make a move to help Beth. Didn't protect her or nothin'. After that, my ma had my uncle, from Nebraska, come and get her. She couldn't stand to be in the same town that Beth was killed in. She wanted me to go with her but, I wanted to stay. So, my uncle bought me my guns and taught me how to shoot. I got so fast. He made me promise not to go lookin' for a fight. Or, I'd be the one waitin' to swing." Jesse smiled at the humour and irony of his uncle's warning. "funny how things work. But, I promised him that much. I wasn't gonna let no one else lose a loved one." Jesse bowed his head as he paused again, in his sister's memory.
The room had fallen still and silent. Mary Travis took notes and stole glances over at Chris and then back to Judge Travis, who allowed the young man to speak his story.
Feeling all eyes on him, Jesse searched for the strength to continue. "Pa went down to help the soldiers in the war. But, when he came back, he was different. His head wasn't right. By then, Charlie Drake was the deputy and tried to use his badge for his own dirty dealings."
"You don't know what yer talkin' about, boy!" Charlie stood up and slammed his fist down on the table, in front of him. His booming voice upsetting the silence in the room and only became louder as Judge Travis banged his gavel to maintain order. He had moved to shout over Judge Carson's right shoulder as the judge and acting counselour stood to compose his client.
Jesse's eyes fell back on Lyla as her hands flew to her ears, her face turned away from the commotion. Turning his head to look at the judge, he waited for acknowledgement to speak.
Judge Travis banged the gavel once more and warned the visiting sheriff he would receive a contempt charge, if he didn't silence himself and behave. His head turned and he nodded to Jesse to continue.
"When I was 15, I was helpin' out in the Livery. Met all kinds of people; some passin' through, others tryin' to stay. I was up, in the hay loft, when I saw Sheriff Drake talkin' to Mister Bromley, the founder of Echo. I could barely hear 'em but it seemed Mr. Bromley got real mad a time or two. I asked Pa if Mister Bromley would take away his job and give it to Sheriff Drake. He told me I was hearin' things. But, that's when Pa started drinkin' real heavy-like. My ma already moved away and the only friend I had in town was Lyla. So, I stayed there. Anyway, the town saw Pa as a war hero, even though, the other side won, down at Picacho Pass. By the time I was 17, people came and left faster'n a raindrop soaks the ground. One night, I found out why. Charlie Drake and Judge Carson were tryin' to buy up the town so that they could sell it to the railroad." Jesse's accusation caught the audience off guard and another, loud uproar started between Carson jumping to his feet and screaming for an objection while Charlie adamantly denied the statement. Jesse, stood up and fired back that he had several other pieces of proof.
"Young man, you will sit down or be held in contempt!" Judge Travis had now stood up and heavily banged his gavel on the table he used as his bench. "Judge Carson, you will control your client as well as yourself, or I will have Mister Larabee and Mister Tanner control you. Is that clear? This retrial is to discover the entire story of the death of Sheriff McCall, not to resort to a mud brawl. Now, sit down. All of you." He had barely raised his time-worn voice but was fully ready to use force, if necessary. He remained standing until Judge Carson and Sheriff Drake sat back down, and then turned his attention back to Jesse, still standing. As Jesse sat back down, he clarified his expectations to the youth. "Young man, I won't have you disrupt my courtroom, again. Is that clear?"
Jesse nodded, meeting the judge's eye. "Yes sir."
Judge Travis also sat back down and waved his hand for Jesse to continue.
Once again, his eyes fell on Lyla. He hadn't wanted to put her through the trial and secretly wished she would excuse herself but, no such luck had come. Sighing and continuing, Jesse prayed for a miracle. "A few months after my 17th birthday, Sheriff Drake and Pa were sittin' at the table, in Pa's house, drinkin'. I was supposed to be doin' chores but I overheard them talkin'. Drake was tryin' to get Pa to sell the land we had. I tried to tell Pa it was a mistake. He told me not to sass him and knocked me into the wall. I don't remember much after that." Bowing head again, this time in shame, Jesse swallowed the lump in his throat and couldn't bring himself to meet the watchful eyes of Chris Larabee or the other six men that had watched over him. With a deep breath, he continued. "A month later, he came home, one night, and saw that I was sittin' on the porch with Lyla. We were just talkin' and I was readin' to her from a dime novel." He smiled as he remembered the afternoon with her. "He uh, he pulled up to the house and told me to take her home. He didn't want me around her or any Drake. He followed me to the barn and was screamin at me to hurry up. When I couldn't do it fast enough, he tore the reins from my hand and whipped me 'til I passed out. After that, he musta scared himself 'cause he was drunk less and less. But we still fought. Just before my 18th birthday, I told him I wanted to be a deputy. Said I got pretty good with a gun. Better'n he was, drunk or sober. He told me I was stupid for thinkin' like that and that I had to grow up, first. We yelled about everything. I told him Charlie Drake's been plannin' to take his badge and then buy the whole town from Mister Bromley. I told him, I SAW him do nothin' to save Beth or to keep my ma from leavin' us. He told me that," he paused and stared at the floor, in front of where Ezra sat, "he didn't want to see me become a criminal and that he'd done all he could to keep from bein' a bad pa."
Judge Carson glared down his nose at the young man that sat in the witness chair, doing his best to control the shaking in his limbs. He had met eyes with Jesse only once, during the testimony, and silently threatened him from spilling the most kept secret that would utterly turned the case around in Jesse's favour. But now, he knew Jesse would go for broke and offer up anything to keep him from being hung.
A long, deep breath and forcing himself to sit up, in the chair, and look at no one else but Judge Gregory Carson, Jesse forced his calm demeanour to return and finish his confession. "Sheriff Drake murdered my Pa." His hands now shook, freely, as he finished his statement and looked from Carson to Drake and then finally resting on Lyla. His heart sank into his stomach as he watched her expression turn from calm to confusion to panic to ultimate heartbreak.
The courtroom was in an uproar. The crowd talking volumes over each other about the taboo that had been broken. The gavel banged loudly and Judge Travis repeated the words for quiet.
Jesse sat frozen in the chair and placed the same monotone expression he had often wore throughout his time of being on the run. Once the room had been quieted, Judge Travis examined his calm tone and asked for proof. "Pa was stone sober that day. The night before, he told me my Ma had agreed to come back. He said he was gonna try and be a good man. But, that day, we had an argument. He reached for his Jennings. I was faster. I knew it. I begged him not to touch that damn gun. I drew mine, just in case but, I didn't pull the trigger."
Ezra, who had remained silent through the trial, now stood and asked a question, in acting as Jesse's lawyer. "How do you know you didn't pull the trigger?"
"Both my guns were empty. I took 'em out shootin' at old bottles, for practise. Didn't get a chance to reload before I went to talk to him. Didn't think I needed to. And it wasn't two seconds before Sheriff Drake came through the side door." Jesse now visibly shook in his chair. "I loved my pa. I didn't want to kill him. Not even after what he's done to me, or my family."
Holding Jesse's gaze, Ezra stepped forward and directed his next question to Judge Travis. "Young Mister McCall," he drawled, "can you provide evidential facts of this alleged insinuation?"
"Huh?"
Ezra clarified, "Proof."
Jesse panned from Ezra to Sheriff Drake. The shaking in his body ceased and his expression returned to it's cool tone. "I've been wanderin' around Echo for three years, tryin' to get the proof. Sheriff Drake carries the shell that held the bullet that killed my pa, in his gunbelt. Second slot on the left side. All his bullets come from San Francisco. Mine are homemade."
Judge Carson smirked and stood up. "Objection! It's been three years since Sloan McCall's murder. These boys could have changed out their weapons or ammunition since then. The boy is assuming facts not in evidence. He also admits to have been in and out of the town of Echo, looking for some shred of proof, or mock-up thereof. One bullet looks the same in a batch of a thousand. With no crime scene to taint, he could have planted that casing any number of times." Brow-beating the younger judge, Carson remained by his own findings of guilty.
"No!" Lyla stood up, determined to help her husband. "Judge Travis, may I speak? Please?"
Jesse stood up, confused at what she might have to offer. "Lyla?"
"Go ahead, young lady." Looking from Lyla to Vin, who stood not to far from where Ezra sat, he motioned for the tracker to bring him Jesse's gunbelt.
Lyla shifted but made no move to leave her spot. "There is a difference in the packaging. Being with Jesse, I've learned to do a lot of things, by myself. Something Charlie never wanted me to do. He was afraid I might hurt myself. One of the things Jesse let me help him with was making his own bullets. He uses a finer grain. It's lighter than the packaged bullets. Charlie uses a bullet with heavier grain and they smell like machine oil." Her eyes stared straight ahead but, even blind, she knew Jesse was smiling at her.
The door to the Grainery opened and Vin's footsteps sounded a brisk rhythm on the floorboards as he made his way to where Judge Travis still sat. Jesse's gunbelt and twin .45 Colts in his hands. Placing the belt on the table and backing up, he returned to where he stood only a few minutes before being tapped to retrieve the objects from the jail.
"Are these your guns and belt, Jesse?" Judge Travis looked over the belt and holstered guns but made no move to touch them.
Stepping forward and taking a closer look at the items, he nodded. "Yessir. My initials are carved into the inside of the belt, just behind the buckle." He waited for the judge to examine the belt and nod in agreement.
Sliding out four bullets, from random places, in the belt, Judge Travis examined each bullet carefully and looked for telltale markings of handmade reshelling. "Mister-- Sanchez, will you bring me Sheriff Drake's gunbelt, please?" He continued to stare at, weigh and feel the bullets in his hands as he waited for Josiah to return with the requested gunbelt. It had only been a few moments before the door opened again and Josiah made his way to the Judge's table. Keeping Jesse's items together, Judge Travis moved the outlaw's belt to the side as he now carefully examined the Sheriff's belt and guns. "Sheriff Drake, are these your guns and belt?" Raising an eyebrow as Charlie hadn't answered right away, he paused to look up at the young man.
"Yea, they're mine." Charlie had stared at the belt now in question and correctly identified his own markings on the handle of the right gun. "There's a triangle carved on the underside of the grip." Again, Judge Travis confirmed.
Carefully studying the bullets of each belt before finding the empty casing, Judge Travis sighed and removed his glasses, rubbing his eyes. "Very well. There'll be a brief recess while I look over Judge Carson's notes and review the new evidence. We will resume in two hours. Mister Larabee, you may take Mister McCall back into custody, until we resume. Sheriff Drake, I am placing you under house arrest, until we get this issue settled. Mister Wilmington, please take Sheriff Drake into custody. This court is in recess." With the bang of the gavel, Judge Travis gathered the contents on the table and waited for the court to disperse before making his way back to Mary's newspaper.
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JD sat on the bench, outside of the jail and toyed with a piece of wood he had skinned with his knife. "Think Judge Travis'll let Jesse off, Josiah? I mean, him accusin' Drake like that was pretty convincin'. And, Lyla speakin' for Jesse's defense...." He knew things had to have their proper order of business but wasn't completely sure Jesse was innocent.
Josiah looked up from his book of classic literature. Looking out to the street, watching passing people and carts as people headed home for lunch, he took a breath and thought before answering. "Well, it's tough to say, JD. Killin' a man, whether it be an accident or on purpose, ain't something the Lord looks too kindly on."
"If the judge says he's innocent, do you think Chris'll ask him to stay? Be apart of us?" JD hadn't made up his mind whether or not he accepted Jesse, or the loss in the duel between them.
Josiah thought for a moment on the possibility of Jesse's innocence. "I suppose, he might. Bright young man, handy with a gun. Although, it might be better luck if we don't look too far ahead. The tables can turn, no matter how the cards are dealt." Glancing over at JD and catching the youngest of the seven's expression, he queried, "Are you sure you'd be able to let go of Willow Ridge?"
JD scoffed and shifted, uneasily. "Me? Jealous of a kid?" Shifting and scoffing more, JD shook his head. "He's good but, not that good."
Josiah only nodded as their eyes met. Raising an eyebrow, he nodded down to what was left of the piece of wood in JD's hand. He smirked as JD noticed that his piece of wood had now been whittled down to a toothpick. A smirk as JD threw down the destroyed wood and sat back in a huff. "JD, jealousy can make a mouse out of a lion."
"What's that mean?"
Taking a breath and shifting on the bench, Josiah clarified, "sometimes, beating a man don't make you better. It only means a man has to be more, to himself, to overcome his greatest obstacle. Jesse's had to deal with plenty of hardships, in his life. He fought for them. You've overcome your own hardships. Whatever comes out of this day, should be something met with humility and respect, for both sides. I reckon the Lord put you in each other's path to teach the other what you've learned. It's the Devil that wants you to despise him for it." Josiah patted JD's left knee and stood up to make his way over to the Saloon, for a drink, while JD thought about what he had said.
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Within an hour, Jesse was being led from the jail back down to the Grainery, where court had been held. Having Chris on one side and JD on the other, Jesse felt no more free than he had before. The sun seemed to beam down on him as if it were a spotlight. The heat from the day felt ten times hotter than an hour, prior. He couldn't bring himself to look up and stare at the faces of the townspeople, even though neither of his crimes took place in their town.
Buck and Vin were escorting the elder judge and Sheriff Drake, from the hotel. Both groups missing sight of each other, in the street.
Charlie watched as Mary and Lyla stood on the walk, speaking softly to one another. "I wanna speak to my sister." He stopped in the middle of the dirt street and stared at Buck.
"I don't think that's such a good idea, right now, Sheriff, seeing as how the trial's still goin on." Vin stopped behind Charlie and answered for Buck. His hand had been placed on the grip of his gun, strapped to his side, as he glanced over his shoulder at the elder judge. He hadn't liked the situation and had been waiting for Charlie to show his hand, he just hadn't expected it to be just yet.
Scoffing, Charlie nodded over his left shoulder, to where he had caught Jesse, Chris and JD walking 50 feet back and on the other side of the street. "But, he can talk to her all he wants?"
Vin flashed a look back at Jesse and caught the eye of the outlaw and nodded to Chris as a motion to stop walking. "Well, he ain't talkin' to her right now. Keep it movin'."
Jesse caught sight of Lyla and Mary, on the boardwalk before panning to see Sheriff Drake and Judge Carson, standing in the middle of the street with Vin and Buck. As Chris placed a hand on his arm to halt him, Jesse noticed Vin's right hand on his gun and squinted for a better look. They had stopped a good distance back so that he couldn't hear what was going on. His eyes focused on the Sheriff and felt his breath catch as Charlie stepped towards Mary and Lyla. "Stay away from her!"
Chris had taken a step in front of Jesse, keeping his hand on Jesse's arm. He kept his eyes on Charlie and turned his body to emphasize the fact that he had his gun on and was quite ready for a fight. He gave the sheriff a clever smirk with a taunt of a nod and waited for Charlie to make his move. "You can talk to her after the trial, Sheriff. Start somethin right now, it'll end badly, for you." He glanced past the sheriff, over at Mary and Lyla.
Lyla seemed to be exasperated from the situation and frantic to remove herself from it. Shaking her head as Mary asked her if she would prefer to go back to her room, Lyla kept her voice down as she answered that she wanted to be there for her husband.
Josiah walked up behind Mary and placed a hand on Lyla's shoulder, whispering something in her ear, to calm her. He had been following along, behind the women and kept watch over them, should anything like this arise. Placing himself between Lyla and the street, Josiah carefully eased the two women to continue walking while he kept watch of the standoff in the street.
Judge Carson grabbed Charlie by the arm and pulled him back, in attempt to contain his client. "Leave it alone, son. This'll be over, soon. There is no concrete proof to that boy's story. This judge is just stirrin' dust. Let's go." The old man had remained silent and confident in his original findings and knew Judge Travis could not overrule him.
Charlie huffed and sneered over at Chris before turning and walking towards the Grainery.
JD watched Jesse's expression and body language as they followed Judge Carson and Charlie into the Grainery.
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Judge Travis sat at the desk he used as the bench and banged the gavel to start court. "This court is now in session. I have been in contact with the sheriff in Castlerock, who was kind enough to send over a deputy, to Echo, and examine the wall of the jail, Sheriff McCall's autopsy photos and question a few citizens of the town. I have no doubt Judge Carson's records are in tact but, I prefer to have an outside source, to corroborate the story. They have wired their findings to me, just a few minutes ago." He had begun to expand his decision when Carson stood and glared at him, for the subtle accusation that his records had been tampered with.
"You conduct your own investigations after asking me to join you for this trial?! May I remind you, Judge Travis, you have no jurisdiction for a trial I have already ruled on." Judge Carson slammed a heavy fist down on the table he and Sheriff Drake sat at. "This is a mockery, sir!"
The gavel banged on the desktop, loudly, as Judge Travis demanded order. "Sit down, sir. I've gone through your records, Judge Carson, and have found a few details misdiagnosed. The medical examiner, from Salt Lake City, ascertained that the bullet from Jesse's Colt" reaching up to grab the outlaw's gun from the top right corner of his desk, and held it up for the court to see, "couldn't have made the size of the wound your report indicated. He then verified the exact diametre, he recorded in his own, personal records, that the size needed to make the hole of the wound came from this gun." He put down Jesse's gun with an audible thud and picked up Sheriff Drake's .44 Colt.
"There ain't no way!" Charlie boomed his anger and shot up to snarl at the judge, who only sat at his bench and looked thoroughly unruffled by the outburst.
With one slap of the gavel on the table, Judge Travis retorted firmly, "sit down!" His eyes remained on the sheriff as Chris placed a hand on Charlie's shoulder and reiterated for the man to take his seat. "However, as the only person who could shed some light on what truly happened that day, be it self-defense or not, is gone, I am in a position to only debate the original ruling of this case. Therefore, Judge Carson, I am overruling your decision to hang this young man, Jesse McCall, and I am sentencing him 15 years in Yuma Prison." Looking from Sheriff Drake to Jesse, sitting stoically at the next table, he half-expected the young man to protest as he watched Jesse's mouth fall open from shock.
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