Sean Mark Trail

Beyond Redemption Sean Mark Trail

The trial of teenage ghoul Sincerity Dawn Ward is now in full session. The Jury has convened to decide her guilt or innocence after hearing evidence presented in a clear and precise manner. That is, most of the Jury is present. One jurist has gone fishing (the Lake Wabaguin Walleye bite is finally on) and another has his wife covering for the day. Normally, on the initial day of the walleye bite, the former Justice, Nathan O'Reilly, suspended court for the day but since this trial is for his murder the tradition may not be upheld. Nonetheless, all things are well under control. The Crown Attorney is more interested in the defendant's form and gymnastics ability than her guilt and her defending attorney is the head of all regional police forces - all perfectly normal protocol in a town primarily noted as the sole North American producer of garlic-flavored ice cream. Besides, Indian River trials are rarely settled in the courthouse anyway. They are reserved for more learned and focused forums, like Lanigan's, the alehouse that has survived over three-hundred years of Indian River opinions and turmoil. There one can deliberate evidence and testimony at a sensible pace, over a pint of dark, strongly fortified ale (or 'other' offering of the day). There, where rather than before a mere Jury of twelve, one can mull over cold facts vetted by hundreds At presence the general consensus of media and local folks varies among those seeking the nearest rope, to tossing the teenage repeat-offender off the four-hundred-foot-drop at Sasquatch Lookout, or to those who would grant a medal of freedom before carting the defendant through the streets on a portable throne. So folks at Lanigan's have any number of concerns to discuss until the teenage interloper is incarcerated and things get back to normal. The massed media has become a starving pack of wolves, the local gold mine is out of ore and the First Nations will take over the administration of the town on July first, only three days away. Despite any outcome the town-fathers will march on, as soon as this bothersome trial concludes. After all, this is Indian River. What could possibly go wrong?