Judson Webb's closet with his prized items meant a lot to him and would be furious if anyone but him touched what layed inside.
"It was a special closet with a spring lock, and in it he kept, guns ammunition, fishing rods and liquor."
All his bottles were unopened besides his whiskey. He starred at it his smile not attractive.
"The bottle was less than half full"
He put two tablets in the bottle that would kill the thief once he had another drink. His wife was horrified by what he had done.
"Don't do it Judson, its terrible - its murder."
"When it comes to protecting my property, I make my own laws"
Mrs.Webb tried to explain that is was horrible murder and it was not justified what he was doing. He did not care though and kept the whiskey with the dangerous pills.
"The law doesn't punish burglary by death; so what right have you?"
Judson went to fetch his hunting boots which were next to the table. He knew they belonged in the closets. On his way there he stepped on an acorn and tripped, which caused him to hit his head on a table. He was then knocked unconscious.
"His head struck the massive table as he fell."
"Here take this. It'll pull you together".
Judson began to regain his conscious and Alec was there to help. Alec reassured him he wasn't hurt much and that this small whiskey bottle would help. He pressed the whiskey to his lips and being unaware drank the poisoned whiskey.