Safe in Salem

The thick mud sloshes at my ankles during  my attempt to flee, each step becoming more difficult and tiring than the last. The cabin is in sight. I'm almost there... If I don't make it, I'll for sure be hanged. Making the last few steps, my legs wane and I trip. My face slams into the mud. The town is sure to catch up now. As I hear the crowd's heavy footsteps draw near, I scrawl a hex into the mud.