“What? But your honor- “the sheriff began as he rose from his seat.
“Now, sheriff. I know what I’m doing. Be quiet and have a seat, please,” Judge Poston ordered firmly.
Sheriff Bobby, very begrudgingly, clammed up and slowly took his seat. His brows, how they furrowed, and his eyes flashed with rage. His mouth twisted into a contemptful snarl. The judge continued to speak.
“For reason that I’m sure some of you are aware of, it would be better for the community as a whole and for the sheriff’s department if I go ahead and drop this case,” Judge Poston announced again before looking directly at Brielle and Raina.
“However, Mrs. Markowitz, Mrs. Carrier, let me warn you both. If we have anymore trouble out of either one of you, I won’t be so lenient,” the judge growled brutally while shaking his finger at the two ladies, “This court is adjourned.”
And the judge slammed down his gavel.
Disappointment for the Thomasville Cabal
The angry town clique watched with blazing eyes as Brielle and Raina hugged their out-of-town, Memphis attorney, Robin Hatton, thanking him for fighting for them, then turning to their families and hugging them too.
Both parties then exited the courtroom and gathered in the hallway.
“This calls for a celebration!” Grandma Bennett cheered, “All family and friends are welcome to meet me at my house for some roasted ham, fried pork steaks, mashed potatoes, corn, collard greens, and cornbread! And for dessert, I’ll have cherry-covered cheesecake and pineapple upside down cake!”
Hearing the joyous invitation from Grandma Bennett and watching the Bennett and Carrier families and their supporters leave the courthouse, the clique seethed with outrage. Bobby looked at Grant Lindsay and Ashton Childers.
“This calls for a meeting!” He growled through gritted teeth.
“You got that right! Get everyone to meet in the barn on my farm at eight pm Saturday night,” Ashton sneered bitterly.
“You got it!” Grant agreed.
Minutes later, Judge Poston had just sat down in his chambers when he heard a knock at the door.
“Enter,” he answered.
The door opened and Sheriff Bobby stormed in, visibly angry.
A Fearful Judge
“What was that all about out there, Fred? You know Brielle used excessive force at that reunion! And Raina was her accomplice! Why couldn’t you at least give them thirty days in jail?”
“Now, Bobby, I had no choice!” the judge fired back.
“What do you mean you had no choice?”
“Bobby, Thomasville and Glover County has already gotten enough bad publicity in the last few years! You remember the horrible press we got a few years ago, when that McGregor woman came back here and made all that trouble!” the judge reminded.
“Shit! How can I forget? My older brother is rotting in federal prison because of that McGregor bitch and her minions, those goddam Bledsoe brothers!” Bobby shot back.
“Exactly. Now, we can’t afford any more of that kind of publicity! And that Markowitz woman was wearing a body camera at that reunion! That video she posted to cover her ass went viral and has already made it around the world several times over! And you want me to put those women on trial? Do you know what an uprising that would cause? And you just know the press would descend on this town like buzzards on roadkill!’”
“Boy! That bitch, Brielle sure has a lot of leverage, doesn’t she?”
“I’m afraid so, Bobby. If it weren’t for that video, I’d lock her up and throw away the key. But, as it stands, we need to keep our noses clean. Or, at least, look like we’re keeping our noses clean.”
“I read you loud and clear, Judge,” Bobby assured.