Ole preacher man used ta say in the “fullness o’ times”, we was all gonna stand a-fore the bar o’ justice and answer fer our evils. Lordy, weren’t he sour-faced when I yelled out as I hoped they’d have whiskey at that there bar.Reckon I’ll know all too soon. That bastard, Luke, done snuck over durin’ the night and pried a stone outta the wall of this ole smokehouse they got me in. Figger it amuses him, me watchin’ as they build that gallows. It do seem fair enough as it were his sister I done kilt last night.