The Problem \courtesy Free Clip art |
The ever changing business
model caused Archie to spend more time in keeping up with the competition than
working at law.
He was in the foyer one day
reading some mail that had arrived when a slightly disheveled man approached and
said, “Are you Archie?”
Archie answered and said, “Yes,
how can I help you?”
The man said, “My name is
Judge Mason, and I live deep in the hill country. I'm not a papered Judge, but
people come to me when they have a dispute and I try to settle it with out
someone getting cut up.
We folks up
there seldom get to town, for we live mostly live off'en the land.
The drug and alcohol people
are giving us this problem and, it is partly a misunderstanding on their part. I want you to help us straighten it out.”
Archie said, “I will be glad
to help you if I can, but first you must give me all the details that led up to
the problem.”
The Judge said, “This started
back almost two hundred years ago. We
hill folks were the first to settle here in this part of Texas and it was and
still is today our habit to make what you might call a festive drink.
As it turned out, people
started calling it boot leg whiskey. Then
the government declared it illegal making everybody in the hill country a
criminal because about everybody out there brews it.
There is a market for boot
leg and there are some who make it to sell instead of just for personal
consumption, and this brings me to the problem I have.
Several of the bootleggers
got together and hired a truck to bring their squeezing to town, and as it
turned out the man who owned the truck helped his-self to some of the product.
The problem is one or more of
the bootleggers had unknowingly run some poisoned boot and the truck driver was
unlucky enough to drink some of the poison whiskey.
Before he went to the
hospital he sent word for his nephew, Junior to come and get the truck where he
had left it.
Junior was to first come to
the hospital and get his keys and take the truck back home and make the
bootleggers unload their whiskey and dump it or whatever they wanted.
Since the only phone was at
the general store it was a day later before Junior got the message and another
day for him to get there. His uncle was
still in a coma when Junior got to the hospital and so he just took the keys
and left.”
Archie had been listening
attentively but stopped him and asked if Junior knew what was in the truck.
Judge Mason said, “I think he
did have an idea because his uncle told him to take it back to the bootleggers.
Meanwhile the Feds had staked the truck
out and was waiting for someone to come and pick it up. When Junior arrived to take the truck he was
arrested and taken to jail.”
By this time Archie had a
pretty good idea what was going on and what he had to do.
He told the Judge that
something like this would cost quite a bit to defend.
Judge Mason said, “I was
hoping you would take this for nothing, Pro bono like.”
Several thoughts went through
Archie's head all at once. He concluded
he would need help from one of his criminal defense lawyers, and he didn't know
how the other partners would respond to no fee case.
He told Judge Mason to come
back in the afternoon and he would give him his answer.
Archie talked this all over
as he knew it with his partners.
One of the defense lawyers spoke up and
said, “I will talk to the Judge when he comes back, and if it is just like he
said it was - - I will help you.
As far
as the fee we can waive that in this particular case as long as they know we
won't do this for everybody.”
Archie
said, “Good, he will be here before long.”
To be Continued
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