My Dad (God rest his soul) told me that when he was a boy, the men in a town would take care of people like that (they'd be found tied to each other around a tree, horse whipped to a bloody mess, and covered in bruises and lacerations. Needless to say, repeat offenses were rare). When he was later superintendent of the jail in the nearby big city, he had to keep scum like this out of the general population (he said he was sorely tempted on many occaisions).