Donald.
Donald shed a tear. He took another sip of his hip flask. It had been a habit since his Mary had started to work overtime. He might enjoy it one last time before the sheriff took him away. He sat down and placed his empty gun on the table. He had never been able to do great things. And never would be. Once the sheriff found him he was sure to hang by dawn. What had he done? He loved Mary. And he would never feel her embrace again. She would never look at him with that loving smile on her face. Not after what he had done.
Donald started sobbing. He was alone now.
He took another sip of his liquor to ease the pain. Donald had known the man in the bedroom. His name was Tom. Tom had been a carpenter. He had built thirteen houses in this town. Donald knew that Tom would not build any more houses.
Donald took another sip of his liquor. Knowing that he would hang by dawn. He had known he would hang since he had closed off his grocery store this afternoon. Just after Mary had told him she was working overtime. Donald closed his eyes as he heard hooves approaching. He got up. He took a sip of liquor as he looked at the two people in the bedroom. As he looked at his wife and her lover.
