JUSTICE POURED FROM THE BOTTLE
This is purely a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. The accused is a fellow who has been mistaken for an unsavory character that did somebody wrong a while back. Nobody wants to take the time to bother with the courts. Most every one in the group is snockered and the booze has become judge, jury and executioner. The accused has been worked over – tied and put on his horse. This rowdy bunch is lookin’ for the nearest tree.
I try to find morals in most of my work. Like, whose more guilty, the accused or his accusers?