hesitate and ran towards the police car.
Once the Sheriff saw that Junior was out of eyesight, he kneeled, and wept continuously. He couldn’t believe what had happened. Everything went wrong. How did they kill the wrecking crew? That motherfucker, Leon, must have done it, thought the Sheriff. Or maybe it was Leon and a bunch of other niggers, he speculated. Maybe it was Leon’s brothers. All he knew was that someone was definitely going to pay for these murders.
The Sheriff would not rest until he found the murderers.
~~~~
Mr. Stevens drove his truck down Route 12 with three police cars following. Sam Clark must have radioed in two other cars to follow them.
Leon was worried. He and his brothers really overstepped the unwritten boundaries at the police station. There would be repercussions. The police were going to flip out once they discovered the bodies. They might just shoot him and his family on the spot. The situation was not good. He was in a nightmare that wouldn’t stop.
Leon directed Mr. Stevens to stop at the spot where Leon thought was where the bodies were near. Mr. Stevens stopped slowly off to the shoulder. One of the police cars pulled in front of the pickup truck, another one pulled to the side of the truck, and the other one was behind the truck, effectively preventing any escape.
Leon and his family and Mr. Stevens hopped out of the truck and crossed the street. Ryan, Finley, and Sam Clark followed.
Sam Clark said, “Come on, boy, show us where the bodies are.”
“Okay,” replied Leon as he started his hike towards the woods.
“Wait,” said Finley. “Who’s that up over yonder?” Finley pointed to a figure running towards them.
Sam Clark put his hand over his eyes in an effort to see better. “It looks like Junior,” Clark said. “Junior, is that you?”
“Yes,” Junior shouted and approached the men. Junior gazed over at the black men. “Who are they, and what are they doing here?”
Sam Clark pointed to Leon. “That’s Leon Brooks. He’s going to show—”
Junior interrupted Sam Clark, pulled out his gun, and pointed it at Leon. “Get your fucking hands up, right now, motherfucker,” Junior yelled.
Leon instinctively raised his hands and said, “Okay, okay, hey, hey, I didn’t do anything,” Leon said trying to calm the situation.
“Bullshit,” Junior responded. “We got fuckin’ three dead white bodies. You the one that fuckin’ killed them. You and your whole fuckin’ family killed them.”
“No fuckin’ way,” Leon said defensively.
“Don’t fuckin’ curse at me, boy. Get the fuck on the ground. All you get on the fuckin’ ground. Right fuckin’ now.”
Leon, his father, and Mr. Stevens immediately lay down on the ground on their stomachs. Leon saw that his two brothers hesitated. They looked at each other and then at the cops probably contemplating their next move. Fortunately, they eventually joined the others and lay on the ground. Leon figured that his brothers saw the guns and realized that they had no choice.
“Come on, man, we didn’t do anything,” said Leon’s father. “We had nothing to do with it. Leon was almost hung last night.”
“Bullshit,” exclaimed Junior. “Just stay on the fuckin’ ground. Okay, I’m going to get the Sheriff, and get him over here.” Junior looked at the other policemen. “You guys make sure to keep them on the fuckin’ ground, and we’ll see what the Sheriff wants to do.”
~~~~
The Sheriff was anxiously waiting for his son to return. He did not like being alone with dead bodies with bugs all over them. After a short while, he regained his composure and started to analyze the crime scene. He tried to figure out what happened. He thought he would start with the obvious—three people were dead. He needed to determine how they died: were they shot or stabbed? He crept closer to the bodies squinting his eyes at the gross sight of the men.
He first inspected Lucky but did not dare touch him.
Once the Sheriff saw that Junior was out of eyesight, he kneeled, and wept continuously. He couldn’t believe what had happened. Everything went wrong. How did they kill the wrecking crew? That motherfucker, Leon, must have done it, thought the Sheriff. Or maybe it was Leon and a bunch of other niggers, he speculated. Maybe it was Leon’s brothers. All he knew was that someone was definitely going to pay for these murders.
The Sheriff would not rest until he found the murderers.
~~~~
Mr. Stevens drove his truck down Route 12 with three police cars following. Sam Clark must have radioed in two other cars to follow them.
Leon was worried. He and his brothers really overstepped the unwritten boundaries at the police station. There would be repercussions. The police were going to flip out once they discovered the bodies. They might just shoot him and his family on the spot. The situation was not good. He was in a nightmare that wouldn’t stop.
Leon directed Mr. Stevens to stop at the spot where Leon thought was where the bodies were near. Mr. Stevens stopped slowly off to the shoulder. One of the police cars pulled in front of the pickup truck, another one pulled to the side of the truck, and the other one was behind the truck, effectively preventing any escape.
Leon and his family and Mr. Stevens hopped out of the truck and crossed the street. Ryan, Finley, and Sam Clark followed.
Sam Clark said, “Come on, boy, show us where the bodies are.”
“Okay,” replied Leon as he started his hike towards the woods.
“Wait,” said Finley. “Who’s that up over yonder?” Finley pointed to a figure running towards them.
Sam Clark put his hand over his eyes in an effort to see better. “It looks like Junior,” Clark said. “Junior, is that you?”
“Yes,” Junior shouted and approached the men. Junior gazed over at the black men. “Who are they, and what are they doing here?”
Sam Clark pointed to Leon. “That’s Leon Brooks. He’s going to show—”
Junior interrupted Sam Clark, pulled out his gun, and pointed it at Leon. “Get your fucking hands up, right now, motherfucker,” Junior yelled.
Leon instinctively raised his hands and said, “Okay, okay, hey, hey, I didn’t do anything,” Leon said trying to calm the situation.
“Bullshit,” Junior responded. “We got fuckin’ three dead white bodies. You the one that fuckin’ killed them. You and your whole fuckin’ family killed them.”
“No fuckin’ way,” Leon said defensively.
“Don’t fuckin’ curse at me, boy. Get the fuck on the ground. All you get on the fuckin’ ground. Right fuckin’ now.”
Leon, his father, and Mr. Stevens immediately lay down on the ground on their stomachs. Leon saw that his two brothers hesitated. They looked at each other and then at the cops probably contemplating their next move. Fortunately, they eventually joined the others and lay on the ground. Leon figured that his brothers saw the guns and realized that they had no choice.
“Come on, man, we didn’t do anything,” said Leon’s father. “We had nothing to do with it. Leon was almost hung last night.”
“Bullshit,” exclaimed Junior. “Just stay on the fuckin’ ground. Okay, I’m going to get the Sheriff, and get him over here.” Junior looked at the other policemen. “You guys make sure to keep them on the fuckin’ ground, and we’ll see what the Sheriff wants to do.”
~~~~
The Sheriff was anxiously waiting for his son to return. He did not like being alone with dead bodies with bugs all over them. After a short while, he regained his composure and started to analyze the crime scene. He tried to figure out what happened. He thought he would start with the obvious—three people were dead. He needed to determine how they died: were they shot or stabbed? He crept closer to the bodies squinting his eyes at the gross sight of the men.
He first inspected Lucky but did not dare touch him.
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