William Sadler, seated in his car outside the courthouse, is fueling a slow burn. "I have become a puppet. But she's just flat-out wrong, and I will not sit still and hear another word. This is my life and my home and she won't impose her will this time!"

What Sadler cannot see - and could not possibly foresee - are the myriad puppet strings soon to pull and tug and restrain him as he embarks on the Bootlegger's Errand.