Western Blood: An old west betrayal story

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic
A man is guilty of murder... Or is he?

Submitted: January 08, 2014

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Western Blood
By A.L. Martin
 
It was dark and stormy, thunder covered the skies with booming loudly, but there was one boom inparticular that stood out and when I finally awoke from being unconscious I see bodies all around me. Dead bodies and blood all over me, the police had their weapons drawn on me, they told me to get up slowly, but when I did I stumbled to the ground 'I think I might be shot' I told them, but they didn’t listen they just kept their weapons drawn, I pleaded for medical help, and finally they sent one of their officers with medical training over. He asked me where my pain was I pointed to my chest, he lifted my shirt, to my surprise there was no wound, this alarmed the police even more and they threw me to the ground read me my rights then threw me in jail until my court hearing, I sat in jail for 3 weeks before I met before a judge, I have been to court many times, was always a spectator, even a juror once, but never the one being put on trial though. I entered the courtroom and could instantly feel the tension, the courtroom was filled with the families of the victims, some of them screamed at me “Murderer” they all would say but there were some that actually believed me to be innocent . So the hearing progressed, and I got to tell you, I wasn’t too sure that I was innocent, I didn’t remember a thing, and I had blood all over me but no wounds from where the blood could have came from. But there were two things that bothered me, where was the gun, and why was I knocked out? Did a police officer sneak up from behind and knock me out, hit the butt of his rifle to the back of head and put me down. This I would probably never know, but I did know one thing, and that was that I am a good man, I had never been in any sort of trouble with the law, and then one day I’m being put on trial for the murderer of almost an entire town, if you know me you would agree that this is indeed strange, that someone like me could never be capable of something like this. So finally we take a recess and I go back to my jail cell, and I sit and wait, and gaze out the framed window, gaze out at the life I once had and how it was stolen from me. Yes stolen, the more I sit and think about what happened the more I get more confused, I questioned by innocence yesterday but today I know I am I sat on my bed staring out my cell window and before I knew it the moon had said goodbye and the sun was saying hello and then the guards come rushing, telling me that today was the day, that the jury would decide my fate. So I get cleaned up, get on my clothes, and enter the courtroom, and nothing changed from yesterday, half the courtroom was split towards their views of me. We all stood for the judge and sat when told, I made my plea some police officers made theirs and the jury left to make their decision. The courtroom sat in silence until the jury finally returned, they handed a piece of paper to the judge the judge looked it over and told the juror to read the statement and I was destroyed when I heard the words “Guilty” I never killed those people but none of them believed me. So it’s been about six years since that day and I still sit in my jail cell gazing out the window always wondering how something like this could have happened to someone like me.



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