Noticed Ramon over on one side confabing with some hack attorney he'd come up with. Couldn't remember the guy's name, but I'd seen him before on some of my cases. Always looked like he'd slept in his suit; that stuck with me. Beyond that I really didn't remember him at all.
Up front, the City Attorney sat with her case files. Flipping though them, likely her first time seeing any of the matters was this morning, she made a few notes here and there.
Judge came in and we all rose when told to. Then he sat up at the bench all in his black robes and introduced himself as the Honorable Caleb Creek. The clerk had her computer right down below him. She pushed the TV off to the side, told us to sit as she sidled in to her space and began calling cases. The general round of folks disputing all manner of petty crimes cycled 'round. The judge took pleas and set trials with bemused efficiency. Every so often he'd haul off on a defendant who needed some stern words or pause to joke with an attorney who'd come up.
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He got to my and Ramon's cases, guess they'd been designated as related, about midway through and took a quick glance at the files. "If you have no objection," Judge Creek included us and the City's Attorney in his glance around, "I'll push this matter to the end of the calendar."
Since nobody did, that meant we got to wait a bit more. I tried not to fall asleep listening to people's excuses on why they shouldn't be treated the same as everyone else. Finished everyone up 'cept us, and then had the clerk call a recess.
Kabe groaned and shifted and I kicked him in the shin to mind himself. Since I was wearing my good cowboy boots, probably actually hurt equal to his reaction. Luckily, the judge was off the bench by then.
By the time the judge came back, I'd kinda reasoned out his thinking. The only souls left in the courtroom were us—
Ramon's people and mine—the city attorney and the courtroom staff. If I had to, I'd guess they'd marked us as law enforcement in his files. A little bit of courtesy; this way no one who didn't already know got to hear our problems in public.
The clerk called the cases and told us all to come up.
Justice courts ran pretty informal. 'Course that was their purpose—resolution without all the pomp and circumstance you'd get higher up. Still, it was a court and I knew to take it serious. The lady City Attorney announced that she was Anna Prestwell for the record, although we'd heard her name twenty times that morning. Ramon's attorney, Gerald Higgens, introduced himself and Ramon. I had to tell them who I was all on my own. Then Prestwell began to read the 232
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charges into the record: day, date, time. She started in on that we'd, "willfully and maliciously disturbed the peace by challenging to fight and fighting..."
Ramon busted in on her, "Wouldn't have been no fight if I wasn't provoked into it by how Joe Peterson acted!"
Not even thinking where he was, Kabe sputtered, "That's bullshit!" as Higgens shut Ramon down.
"Kabe," I barked so hard I heard seven necks cracking as everyone whipped their attention 'round to me, "watch your mouth!"
"First you, young man," The judge pulled his specs down a bit and glared over the rims, "you will keep a civil tongue while you're in my courtroom. Do I make myself clear?" Kabe swallowed and nodded. If I couldn't penetrate that thick space between his ears, hopefully the judge's words did. "And you," he glared at Ramon, "will not incite things in my courtroom. I agree with the sentiment, if not the vehemence and word choice, of that young man. Everyone," he glared
'round, "is on notice to behave in a civil manner." After taking a deep breath and settling back his glasses, Judge Creek started again, "Well, since we all seem to be acquainted here, why don't we go around the room and y'all can tell me who's come to my party? I'll start with you," he pointed one long finger at Kabe, "what's your name, son?"
"Yes, sir." Kabe seemed to remember where he was. He took his hands out of his pockets and everything. "Kabe Varghese."
"So what do you have to do with all this?"
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"I was with Joe, when that guy there," he kinda leaned back and indicated Ramon with a jerk of his head, "threw a punch at him."
"Okay Mr. Varghese, you are a witness then?" Judge Creek made a note. "And, by how you two interact, I take it you are a friend of Deputy Peterson?"
Ramon sneered, "That's one way to put it." There was enough twist in his voice to kink up a rattlesnake.
Before his attorney could shush him again, Judge Creek spoke up. "By your tone, Agent Piestiewa, I take it you have an opinion on the matter. Well, this is my courtroom and I am, aside from this sweet young lady sitting at that computer there, the only one allowed to have opinions within this room.
So I will ask Mr. Varghese again, you are Deputy Peterson's friend and you were a witness at the time of the altercation."
"Yeah."
Irritation flashed across the Judge's stern face. "Yeah and Uh-uh don't do it for these tired old ears. Is that a yes?"
"Yes."
"So we have a friend who is also a witness, a Garfield County Deputy and a Bureau of Land Management Enforcement Agent who were involved in an altercation, so they get to wear the hat of defendants as well." He tapped his file a few times then looked to Ranger Slokum. "And then we have this lovely young woman in the uniform of the National Parks Service and I'm waiting to find out why."
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seen as she drawled out, "friend and character witness, I guess."
Judge Creek thought on that a moment. He sucked in his lips like he tasted something sour then asked, "Mr. Varghese, you don't have anything to do with law enforcement do you?"
With a snort, Ramon blurted. "Only from the behind the bars part of it." I could hear his attorney huff like all the air'd been kicked out of him.
The court went real silent for a while. "I told you already once about keeping your opinions to yourself." When the judge swung his full bore attention to Higgens, you could tell Ramon's attorney wished he were someplace that was not where he was. "Counselor, you might want to inform your client that another outburst like that and he's probably gonna need someone to bring him a toothbrush." That glare coulda wilted me. Higgens didn't say nothing, 'cause obviously Judge Creek explained it well enough. "Now, since he brought it up."
That dower scowl got turned on my Kabe. "Felony or misdemeanor record?"
Kabe shifted and hemmed until I added my frown as well,
"Federal, felony." He blurted it out and dropped his gaze to his feet.
"What for?"
"The charges?" Staring at the ceiling, now, like the answer was up in the light fixtures, Kabe all but mumbled,
"Possession of a controlled substance on Federal property.
Defacing government property."
"Selling drugs and what'd you do, put panties on a statue of Brigham Young?"
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"I wasn't selling," a little color crept up through his neck and lodged behind his ears, "they didn't go for intent to distribute, I just got caught holding for someone else, although I knew I was holding and we were doing a free solo on a federally owned dam at the time."
Judge Creek chewed on that a bit then looked straight at me. "Does he always talk in circles like that?"
"Pretty much." I shrugged.
"Deputy Peterson, do you know what that means in English?" He sounded perplexed and somewhat amused. "I got the drugs part but free what?"
I couldn't help but smile. "Mountains and ropes ain't good enough for him, sir." My Kabe, the adrenaline junkie. "He had to go trespass and climb a man-made structure with just his fingers and toes to hold on with. In search and rescue
, we call it 'you fall, you die' style climbing."
"Impressive and stupid." The judge shook his head. "I was going to say that hopefully being friends with one of Garfield County's finest might rub off on him. But you're here as a defendant, not Mr. Varghese." Drawing in a large lungful of air, Judge Creek picked up his files and then dropped 'em back on the bench. They hit with a smack ... as good as a gavel for calling attention. "So back to where we were, would the esteemed prosecutor want to explain to me why I have arraignment slips for two law enforcement personnel for disturbing the peace? I'm assuming we expedited it all as a professional courtesy?"
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citation in the record, defendant Joseph Price Peterson and defendant Ramon Piestiewa were witnessed having an altercation in a parking lot off Province Center Drive. Officers were called and when they arrive they found Defendant Peterson still at the scene." Her fingers danced back and forth between the two files to get all the information. "Defendant Piestiewa had fled. Defendant Peterson bore evidence of the fight and admitted to officers that there had been an altercation. Defendant Piestiewa was located subsequently.
Both defendants declined to press assault charges against the other. Both were cited for disorderly conduct and disturbing the peace."
"Those are the charges, gentlemen." Judge Creek leaned back in his chair and looked over at Higgens. "Counselor, how does your client plead?"
"Not guilty, your honor." The man sounded as bored as he looked.
"So noted. Clerk'll get you a date in just a moment." Now the judge's attention came to me. "Joseph Peterson, do you wish to enter a plea?"
"Yes, sir."
Leaning forward, Judge Creek rested his elbows on the bench and his chin on his fists. "Are you sure you don't want me to put this off until you can get a lawyer?"
"No, sir." I didn't think I needed a lawyer much. What could they do? I'd done it. "I seen enough of it to know how it goes. I just need to get it over and done." Time to get my sentence and move on to whatever might happen next.
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"Well, you know the pleas." He nodded at me as Ramon's attorney started packing up his file. Their part was done.
"What are you opting for?"
Ramon bumped me as he moved by. I knew he meant to do it, but I wasn't about to rise to his fight again. He got me once and that was all he'd get. I stepped to the side and said strong and clear, "No contest."
"Not pleading guilty but declining to dispute the charges,"
Judge Creek stared hard at me, "is that what you're doing?"
"Yes, sir."
"Yeah, 'cause he knows he's guilty as sin." Ramon sneered from somewhere behind me. "He and that little convict of his." I didn't let on that I heard it and I hooked my finger in Kabe's pocket and yanked, adding a little growl to let him know he shouldn't neither. Kabe swallowed the spite I could see trying to break free of his mouth. When I knew Kabe wouldn't open his yaw I let him go.
Real slow, the Judge wrote down my plea and said, "I'm going to ignore that for the moment." When he looked up, it was straight at me, like if we all pretended Ramon wasn't there we might get through it. "You want sentencing now? I take it this has a lot to do with your POST certification?"
"Yes, sir," I nodded, "I'd like to get it resolved, so my department can make their decision."
Judge Creek used his pen to point at Kabe and Nadia. "And that is why you have witnesses?"
"Well, sir," I sorta half-smiled, "didn't ask 'em to be here, but here they are."
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"You go somewhere with that little girly boy not tied to your hip? I thought you'd all but done moved in together."
Ramon's voice crawled up my spine and clouded my vision with blood ... his.
Before I'd thought it through, I spun and growled out, "You shut your yap and go home Ramon. You got us into it in the first place and I don't need to hear none of your nastiness no more."
"My nastiness." He leaned in over the wooden rail and darn near spit, "I ain't the one having an unnatural relationship with him. You're just sick. Jessie's a damn sight better off without you and thinking like she loves you."
Kabe was right up behind me. "Yeah, well Joe's better than you'll ever be!"
"Well and you would know." Ramon ignored his attorney trying pull him back and away. Slapped the guys arm away and gave out more spite, "Down on your knees for him. Does he make you dress up like a girl when you do it?"
"Ramon you back off!" One hand went up as though to push him back, although he weren't nowhere near me. The other I set into Kabe's chest and tried to move him away.
"Kabe, shut up." I turned away from Ramon. Didn't want to give him my back, but I had to. I just stared into Kabe's eyes.
"Don't you say nothing more or they'll have good reason to lock me up, you understand?" I figured we had about two more seconds before the room filled with bailiffs.
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pushed the panic button. As everyone relaxed, just a hair, he moved his hand away. "And then I get cases like this. Let me ask you something, Deputy. Are you," the judge waggled his finger back and forth between Kabe and I, "and he ... well, I don't know even how to call it."
This was a court and beyond just the oath I'd taken that morning I had a sworn duty not to ever lie to a judge. A lump the size of the Rockies tried to go down my throat. "Yes, sir."
Judge Creek kept his voice real low. "And were you dating some gal named Jessie that he," now he pointed at Ramon,
"was also dating."
"I ain't never dated Jessie." It came out so soft, I'm not sure I heard it.
Judge must've since his next question hit me hard, "'Cause of him?"
I looked at Kabe. I ain't never seen that boy look so sorry.
I felt Nadia's hand light on my arm. "Not quite right," Lord, I did not want to be discussing this, not here, not ever, "but good enough for government work." At least I had two people to prop me up so I wouldn't fall down.
"Okay." Judge Creek blew the word out like it sorta settled something with him. "And I'm not going to ask you," he glared at Ramon, "'cause you're lawyered up." The judge asked it of me instead, "Did he like this Jessie?"
"From what I understand."
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gonna tell you not to answer that. You can go on and take your client outta here, Higgens." Rubbing his temples with his fingers, the Judge waited for them to leave. Then he asked,
"So that's what this is about. He don't like you because of what you are?"
"As far as I can tell, sir."
"You, son," He swung his glare to Kabe, "who threw the first punch? You lie, you're on parole and you're gonna go right back ... you understand that, right?"
"Your honor, they were having an argument. Joe tried to walk away and Ramon wouldn't let him by and then Ramon punched Joe." Wide-eyed Kabe, like the Judge might not believe him, rushed the next out, "I swear that's the truth."
"Did Deputy Peterson give it back?"
"Yeah, but..."
"No yeahs, no buts." Judge Creek cut him off. "You can sit down now. And I guess you're going to tell me he's a good guy."
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n. Joe pulled all the pieces together, he caught the guy: Murderer." She glared over her shoulder at the door like she was killing the spot Ramon last was in. Knowing what I did about Nadia, I knew where some of that paint peeling stare came from. "I think Ramon was jealous of that. Couldn't stand that somebody like Joe beat him to the punch. I'm surprised at Joe's restraint." Turning back to the judge, she told it real simple, "Ramon has been mouthing off to everyone who'll let him have an ear. And I think he's pissed that Joe 241
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won't give it back." She snorted, "I don't know if he's just got something really tiny that he's trying to make up for. But Joe's been pushed hard. And he's just taken it."
For a while the Judge thought on things, leaning back, staring at the calendar off to his left. Then he turned to me,
"You're LDS, aren't you, Deputy? Seen you 'round at some things."
That's it, I was done for. "I was, until recently, sir." My voice faltered about three times in that short sentence.
"'Cause of this?"
"Yes, sir." I couldn't quite look at him.
"You're worried that I'm going to hold it against you, aren't you?"
"Sir," I tried keep my tone as respectful as possible, "cain't say it didn't cross my mind."
"Well, the reports and witness statements I got tell me a story. You were fighting. I'd expect better of you." I earned a long, hard stare at that. "This is a quiet, God-fearing town."
Then he looked to me, and to Kabe and back to me. "I can't say that the whole you and him thing sits easy with me and my faith. But I am not you." He steepled his fingers in front of his nose. "And I am a judge. And as a judge I follow the law."
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