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Chapter 35 by hambo hambo

Where will it be held? When? Who will preside over it?

Right here, right now, and with the mob presiding over it

The two naked, squirming nobles stand in the middle of the village square. They've been humiliatingly tied to a couple of wooden polls.

"Is all this necessary?" Harry asks in genuine concern as the flabby, blushing girls helplessly whimper and squirm.

"They're a flight risk!" Tina says defensively. "I mean, they did try to run away after all..."

Ibera and Esmik mewl like frightened kittens.

"Why are their arms tied above their heads? That doesn't seem like normal protocol," Harry comments.

"It's so they can't escape," says one of the burly men who helped tie them up. Really it's just so everyone can get a good look at them).

"Ah! Yes, of course," Harry says as he turns to the man and smiles. "That's very clever thinking!"

Harry turns to the gathered crowd. He wasn't expecting to see so many people here.

He was a nervous man. He was small and weak, and easily frightened or intimidated. He was a poor fit for the sheriff's office, and should have never been appointed (especially since Pilla already had a constable!), but his father insisted the job would toughen him up, and had made a lot of 'campaign contributions' to the mayor to ensure Harry got it.

"C-can I have your attention please?" Harry says in a mousy voice.

The crowd continues to murmur and talk amongst itself.

"HEY!" Tina angrily shouts, eager to see these two despoiled rich bitches get put in their place.

The mob goes silent and watches.

"Th-thanks," Harry mumbles to Tina as his cheeks blush.

Esmik and Ibera look at each other with worry on their faces.

Harry clears his throat and begins addressing the crowd. "These two women are accused of burning down Tana's laundromat."

"They're obviously trouble makers!" Tina's friend and fellow thief, Linny shouts from the crowd.

"String them up!" Shouts Bev, another member of Linny's gang.

The mob roars in approval.

Ibera and Esmik start to tremble and sweat.

"Please... please calm down," Harry says in a calm, ineffectual voice.

Meanwhile as the rowdy mob runs roughshod over the sheriff's effort to maintain order, three familiar faces are riding in to town...

What's going on?

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