ExplosiveCats

The black night hangs over the assembled townspeople, like the man at the gallows soon will. No moonlight plays over his quaking form - only the dull glow of a single torch. To his right the sheriff and his deputy stand, impassive, unfeeling. On the other side a figure is hunched in shadow. As the torch flame plays across him he steps back, hiding his face. “Please!” the convict shrieks, taking a step toward the sheriff, “I don’t want to die! I don’t want to die! I didn’t know she was in the barn - it was just an accident, I was drunk, I -” The deputy darts forward and clubs him with a truncheon, kn