"Twelve...Twelve good people who are so different from you have put you on trial, saying you are guilty. Look at the crimes that you have committed. You..." The drunk sheriff on the wooden stand pointed at the man with his hands and ankles tied with a rope.
"You fought against a man for a horse, stabbed the owner with a knife, made a mother lose her son, a wife to lose her husband, and an innocent child to lose her father! Do you any last words?"
"Yes, I didn't control my temper at the time. I killed him by mistake, and it got to where I am today. Now, it's too late to say anything about it." The shorty obviously knew that his death was imminent. He then took a deep breath and said, "I just hope I can apologize to the family of the man I killed. Although I know they won't forgive me, so be it."
After he spoke, he nodded at the sheriff and closed his mouth.
The next moment, a black cloth was put on his head.
