In the Old West, judges rode the circuit on horseback with two indispensable tools of justice in their saddlebags: a copy of Blackstone's Commentaries and a flask of whisky. Today Judge Robert Moran, 52, travels the five counties of Nebraska's 16th judicial district in a battered 1972 Plymouth with 140,000 miles on it (his 1960 model died at 240,000). His tools are two loose-leaf binders with summaries of his case docket and a black bag stuffed with lawyer's briefs. His territory is his state's western panhandle. It is sparse ranch and farm country,...
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