Thats when she noticed the bakers dozen of womens eyes that also stared at her. Those thirteen bodies sat tense as fiddle strings, hands folded on laps or clutching purses, feet shifting around with each step Faith took so that each of her supporters could follow her progress to the door. At the same time, twice if not thrice as many men watched her departure, too, their necks craning bit by bit to let them study her every step. Eyebrows beetled together over disapproving stares, and, unless she was mistaken, Faith saw a handful of smirks behind a variety of mustache styles. Silence reigned over all. She held her head high, her shoulders firms, kept her steps steady. When she finally walked out, however her brave facade crumbled. Had it not been for the kind marshals clasp, she might have crumpled to the dusty board walk. Her wrist were shackled again, and she wouldnt have been able to do much to stop her fall . When she heard footsteps behind her, she turned. Nathan Bartlett had followed them outside. She stiffened her spine and drew back her shoulders, calling on the last bit of dignity she still had. In the time shed spent indoors for the trial, the weather had turned. Instead of the wintry sun that had fought valiantly to illuminate and warm the air earlier, a pervasive blanket of gray hovered overhead. The wind had picked up, and swooped down main street, cold and merciless howling through town. It looked though a storm was on its way in . A chill shook Faith, threatening her balance again. She rocked on the heels of her boots. Although shed been mortified to need the marshals assistance, she once again was only grateful for his and nathans presence at her side. The icy air stung on its way into her lungs.
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