“If he’s found guilty, it won’t be jail, it’ll be prison,” said the sheriff. “He actually might be lucky. If he’d stolen those horses seventy-five years ago, he’d be hung, right on the spot, probably without a trial.” As Fred was being transported to the prison, he carefully observed the scenery on the way. He was depressed as he thought he wouldn’t see the sagebrush, trees, mountains and desert for at least three years.
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