After a few hours of hard work, the two men were surrounded by a pile of gold plates, bowls, and pieces of old indian jewelry.
Charlie stared down at him gleefully. “How you doin’, boy? Dreamin’ about that rope around your neck come mornin’?”
"… all though the trial, he had proclaimed his innocence. I’ll never forget the look in his eyes as I spoke the words that would put him behind bars…"