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Ruth Middleton-Ross

Ruth Middleton-Ross

All throughout school,
they told me I was special.  Brilliant,
gifted, destined
for some greatness.
A leader of tomorrow.  But I
got out into
the big world and
nobody cared. The only jobs I
could get were as
secretary,
waitress, model or prostitute. Then
a rich man took
a fancy to
me and proposed marriage. It was just
another kind
of job, blending
all the others.  But I hoped that the
trade off would give
me money and
time to follow my own ambitions.
But the drugs they
gave me to keep
my moods under control prevented
me from thinking
clearly, and when
I tried to stop taking them, my dear
husband had me
committed. When
I followed their rules, they called me a
success. Somehow,
I was never
successful enough to be allowed
my liberty.

Shaun Bolton

Shaun Bolton

The embarrassments,
the mundane injuries
and the insults of
daily life were always
too much for me.  My
skin, always thin, never
hardened. And one day,
my wife complaining how
I burned the chicken
again was all I could
take, so I opened
the window and jumped out.

But even here, there
is no rest. No rest, and
no freedom to change.
When I was alive, at
least there were a few
things that brought a fleeting
smile to my face.
Now there’s simply nothing.

James MacDonald Waring

James MacDonald Waring

It was ironic,
no?  That the money I made from my
investments in the Trust
allowed me to fund
the town’s arts and humanities, and
provide a platform for
Deegan’s enemies.
Like the theater, symphony, my wife’s
foundation. And that the
collapse of that same
Trust ruined me and silenced all those
voices. While Deegan went
all but untouched.  If
I did not know better, I’d think that
he planned it all this way.

Beverly Domino

Beverly Domino

I tried not to lie, and so
They made me an outcast.
I saw greed and did not call
it charity. I saw
ugliness and did not call
it beautiful. I saw
ambition and did not call
it service. And I saw
brainwashing and did not call
it an education.

For my candor, I was shunned,
hated. But it did not
matter to me. My inside
and outside were conformed.

Benton Woods

Benton Woods

My service was during
the short lull between
Japan and Korea,
so I never saw
a real battle. But I
preached my example
to my sons, and they both
went to Vietnam,
but never came home. Now
there are no more Woods.

Russell Diedrich

Russell Diedrich

I was driving home from a
party one night, and the sheriff
pulled me over. I hadn’t
been doing anything wrong, but
he put me face down on the
pavement anyway. He searched my
car without probable cause,
and found the remains of a joint.

He screamed at me, then pulled out
his awful nightstick and beat me
with it. I scrabbled back to
my car. He’d stopped his search when he
found the pot, so hadn’t found
the gun. He swung the stick at my
head, and I shot him in the
neck. He fell to the pavement and
I ran away while he bled
to death. When I turned myself in,
the guards beat on me without
mercy, until my attorney
Kyle Kerns was able to
have me transferred. But the Judge who
had my case was a close friend
of Christian Deegan, who had made
Logan the Sheriff in the
first place, so I knew it would be
the chair. But Kerns cut a deal
to stop his investigation
into Deegan’s stock fraud and
manipulation, in exchange
for giving me a shortened
prison sentence. They gave me a
thirty-year stretch, but I was
let out after fourteen of them.

While I was on the inside,
I taught myself how to play chess.
There was a program where you
could play correspondence matches
against professionals and
ranked experts. One time, I fought an
International Master
until he offered me a draw.

The Sheriff

The Sheriff

I had been
a local football hero and
then I joined
the Army. I came home to a
parade, and
rumors that I had a dozen
kills. I was
recruited into the police,
force and they
put me on the fast track, until
I became
the youngest Sheriff in the town’s
history.
They wanted an energetic,
they said a
charismatic, force for law and
order. It
apparently was a plus that
I was the
meanest son of a bitch in town.
I had a
nightstick made of solid brass and
I would wave
it at people – cops, criminals,
citizens –
and make them do my bidding. Then
one night I
used that brass club to strike Russell
Diedrich, and
he shot me dead. The powers that
were did all
they could to have Diedrich sent to
death row. But
they failed, because I haunted the
dreams of the
jury foreman and told him that
what I got
was just punishment for my crimes.

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