Justice found Trujillo in the form of a posse. Shotguns, six shooters, extra rope. They followed the trail of bodies and broken hearts across the countryside.
The sheriff looked into his only eye and asked if Trujillo had any last words. He shook his enormous head.
The noose barely fit.
Written for the DP Weekly Writing Challenge: Fifty
For this week’s challenge, you must write a fifty-word story. Not five thousand, not five hundred, but precisely fifty words.