Branded

The scent of burning flesh and hair rose from the man in the chains, the justice of their town done to one would dare rob a hard working, gentle baker like her friend, Owena. His growling oaths to avenge himself and down trodden stayed with her. The memory of the raid on her farm two years ago rose in her mind. Men like him would gather those attracted to taking from those with more. Destroying rather than creating, stealing rather than working. Cowards. 

She waited until it was over, watching him locked in the stocks with a bloody back. Corrinne then went to meet her brother Hollace, it was time to discuss defenses.