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An unruly mob in Nevada takes action. |
| A ragged hobo ran in, cried to sheriff Coffee, “They are going to spring prisoner Hardy!” “I heard them talking at the Silver Mine Saloon!” They were ragged gang, unkempt, dust covered. They were vigilante justice one August day, simmering as city mob the want to sidestep justice, to take the law into their own hands. Even Mary Jane, the sheriff’s daughter egged on the unruly throng of angry men, feigning forced tears among beer stench. She relished her role, the urging on of hate. They came en masse, boots clomping loose boards, then kicking up dust, a cloud thick, gray. They stormed the office, incapacitated Coffee, dragged out Hardy. Young Billy, cowering under the desk, remained unharmed. 32 Lines Writer’s Cramp 3-26-20 Requirements: —A ragged hobo —sheriff —prisoner Hardy —Mary Jane —Young Billy |