By POW
Voices erupted from the gallery. The shabby small-town lawyer blinked as if blindsided, his face somehow managing to comically express both consternation that he wouldn’t need any of the arguments he had assembled and relief that they wouldn’t get eviscerated by his opponent. The opponent, meanwhile, simply opened up his briefcase and started packing papers into it, just another day’s work, this one easier than most. Bystanders in the courtroom gossiped with their neighbors; the deputies smirked knowingly at each other; the bailiff watched the judge for a cue what he should do.
The sheriff was the only one actually looking at Sam and the expression on his face was that of a cat eyeing a trapped mouse. Sam met his eyes and stared, letting the clamor in the courtroom wash over him until Judge Jack banged his gavel on the bench. “Order!” The voices died down and calm settled once again over the courtroom.
“Let the record show that the defendant has pled guilty to all charges. Sam Green, I hereby sentence you to hard labor, sentence to commence immediately and continue until restitution for your crimes has been made. Sheriff, you’ll see to the details? Dismissed!” The gavel came down again. Bystanders stood and began filing out; the maître d’ and the various Jack clones in their various outfits left through other doors, and in short order the space was empty save for Sam and Sheriff Jack.
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