Chapter Eleven
Birches Soaked In Brine
Judge Dickerson’s chambers were filled—Garth, Jake, Pam, Amanda and May Kingston mingling awkwardly waiting for the Judge to settle in his chair.
“I leave this sentence up to you, Miss Plover,” he growled at last. “If you can take it, your trial will be over in less than an hour, if not, you’ll be shipped off to the county seat where you’ll serve your two months there. Not a pretty place, but perhaps you’d prefer it to taking down your jeans.”
“I’m sure, Judge, that I cannot afford the time in jail. Just do whatever you have to.”
“All right then,” he shifted in his seat and mumbled to himself as he drew a form from his desk and jotted down his final decision. Then he looked up at five pairs of waiting eyes, handing the formal decree to Garth. “Th
