Chapter 17 Justice
Belle pushed back from the card table, her eyes flashing. "Injustice? It's people's justice, and if the law won't act, we will."
"Now Belle, hang on to your hat," said Hume. "The circuit judge will be here tomorrow. Let the judicial process work."
Julia and I were still riveted to the window on the second story balcony of the Old Durango Saloon, listening in on this bizarre encounter. My knees and back were stiff from holding a rigid position without making a sound. Belle, the red-head next to Smith, held the floor and Smith was looking at her now with a removed gaze.
"Easy for you all to say," Belle continued. "I went to high school with Sue Takoda, and I've never cried so much. Amos Johnson rewired that house barely a month ...