They called him the Hanging Judge, on account of his hanging every man that came before him on trial. All except one. Murderer, rapist, kidnapper... let off on a technicality: an Act of God. As the rope was around his neck, the gibbet was struck by lightning, and the rope snapped.

Ain't no clearer sign, said the Judge, but that God has deemed this man innocent. God might have, but not you. You know what he done, and now's time for paying what he owes. No jury in the land would convict you, no judge neither. You ride out into the High Plains, lookin' for real justice: Allan "The Rat" Barker dancing the Dead Man's Jig, atoning for his sins. And ain't nothin' gonna stand in your way.

Note: this session will probably run over the three hour time allowance.