The Wheel
A small dusty town on the edge of nowhere. The afternoon sun bakes the small courthouse. Maria's trial is brief: nobody was interested in defending her, and she neither could nor wanted to speak up for herself. Not that there could have been much to say. The simple fact that I am here before you condemns me, she thought. The Judge licked his lips and looked at the tall, slim blonde girl standing in front of him, arms to her sides, her lovely body hidden by the rough brown sacking of her prison...