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Judge Bates said, “Bailiff, take it and hand it to me.
Somewhere, out in the audience, a woman screamed, and then was silent. Wooden-faced, Judge Bates watched two men carry her outside. This was the part of judgeship he did not like. This was the suspense, the terror, the horror of it all.
The slip met his hand, folded four times; the hand of the bailiff withdrew. Judge Bates couldn’t help but look down at Broken Leg’s childish, red face. Then, he saw the terror—the naked, deadly terror—in the Crow’s dark eyes. He had to take his gaze away.
He thought, I wish I had a drink.
He had the paper open, and the words made reality. He read the verdict silently, then handed it to the bailiff, who cleared his throat.
“We, the jury, find the defendant, the Crow Broken Leg, guilty of murder, as charged by the prosecution."
For the first time in his life, Judge Lemanuel Bates saw an Indian buck faint.