His captors had been attending to his every need because they wanted the splendid figure of a man dangling from the end of their rope, to prove they hadn't mistreated their prisoner. The hanging would be in a public square, with little children watching and clapping their hands as the executioner placed the noose around Duane's neck. They'd hold a kangaroo court to make it legal while the undertaker nailed together the coffin in the next room. Every movement strained raw flesh attempting to heal, and Sister Death danced eerily around him. If I don't get you today, maybe I'll get you tomorrow. Somebody entered the kitchen and lit a lamp. It was the doctor with graying black beard, sitting beside Duane and peering at him through wire-rim glasses. “How do you feel this morning?” “Better ...” Duane said with great effort. Dr. Montgomery was astonished. “You can talk? Magnificent! What's your name?”
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