“We must do something!” “Such as? Mally, we are two mere women, we can hardly stop a mob such as the one now forming.” Annabel looked around apprehensively. “We would be better advised getting ourselves well and truly away before anything happens.” “And leave them to hang that poor man? We can’t!” The men were moving away from the inn now, hurrying down the street toward the church. “God Almighty, it isn’t happening, it can’t be—” Mally watched the faces of the people she had a moment before been speaking with. They wanted Abel dead, it was there in their eyes. Vindictive hatred. There was shouting ahead by the church and the sound of a horse galloping up the street, the hooves echoing around the walls and windows of the houses. The skewbald was swift, too swift for the outstretched hands of the nearest men as the Jamaican flicked the reins from side to side, urging the animal faster.
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