Powder River Poison, a Mary MacIntosh novel
Maureen Meehan Aplin
Copyright 2010 Maureen Meehan Aplin
“‘This is your worst nightmare. It’s like being married to me. I can do what I want, when I want and how I want.’ The evidence in this case, Ladies and Gentlemen of the jury, will show that those words were said to my client, Beth Anderson, on March 19, 2004, by Ace Sanders, the president of a company called MethZap, a defendant in this case,” I said, pointing to the short, skinny, red-haired man sitting at the defense table. I glared at Ace Sanders for a moment or two, making sure that the jurors’ eyes took hold of him. Just as the uncomfortable stares defined him, I smiled and nodded at Beth, a tall, dark-haired, green-eyed, former Wyoming rodeo queen, as beautiful at fifty as she was at twenty. Beth had a self-assured air about her – almost regal – and as the jury altered their gaze toward her, Beth reached over and grabbed her husband’s left hand. Butch Anderson, a fifty-six-year-old man of medium build with graying, brown hair and bright blue eyes, patted Beth’s hand and nodded to the jury in a rancher’s fashion. Not his customary tip of the cowboy hat, but a gentleman’s nod. Several members of the jury nodded back.