his father with squinty eyes like he wanted to kill him. He sighed loudly. “Okay.”
~~~~
The Sheriff and Junior emerged from the woods and approached the crowd of cops and Negroes. “Where’s Leon?” asked the Sheriff.
Sam pointed to Leon, who was laying on his stomach.
The Sheriff walked over to Leon and yelled, “You motherfucker.” As he said this, he kicked him in the side then he kicked him again. “You killed my friends.”
As soon as he kicked Leon, Deron, Reggie, and their father started getting up to fight back.
The Sheriff observed this, cocked the hammer on his revolver, and pointed it at Deron, who was closest to the Sheriff. “Get the fuck back on the ground. All of you.”
They all stopped, realizing that the cops might shoot them.
Ryan then kicked Deron on the side and yelled. “Get down, boy! I’m not going to tell you again.”
“Okay, okay,” pleaded James Brooks. “Don’t hurt my boys.”
“Handcuffed them all,” ordered the Sheriff. “Here, take Junior’s and my cuffs.” The Sheriff and Junior handed their handcuffs to the other cops.
“Junior, you go back and secure the crime scene.” The Sheriff paused and looked over at the other cops. “Sam, after you cuff them, take them to jail. Keep them there until I tell you otherwise.”
“Should I arrest them and book them?” asked Sam.
“No, not yet. I’ll let you know.” The Sheriff addressed Junior. “Junior, come over here. I need to talk to you.”
The Sheriff took Junior to the side out of hearing distance from everyone else. “Junior, I have to inform Acton of what happened, and he will probably call the Judge. When I’m done, I’ll return. Don’t mess up the crime scene.”
“Okay,”
“Where’s our car at?”
“It’s over yonder about a half a mile.” Junior said, while pointing in the direction of the car’s location.
Back at where the Negroes lay down, Leon was dazed and couldn’t believe that the nightmare was continuing. His whole body ached from the repeated kicks, and the cigarette burns still bothered him.
The cops had cuffed Leon’s other family members and Mr. Stevens first, and then they approached Leon. Ryan kicked Leon again. Leon screamed in pain. “Aaah.”
“Shut up, boy!” yelled Ryan. “Y’all in a lot of trouble. Y’all going to get the electric chair.”
“Yeah, I hope they fry,” said Sam Clark.
Leon decided that the best strategy was to remain quiet as they were defenseless against the armed cops.
Sam Clark walked over to Deron and stood by his head. He squatted down, grabbed Deron’s hair, and pulled his head up. “You not so tough now are you, boy?”
“Yeah, you’re real tough now that you have me hand cuffed,” replied Deron.
Leon couldn’t believe that his brother said that to Sam. Oh my God, thought Leon. They will certainly kill him now. No way will they let that pass by without repercussions.
Ironically, Sam Clark started laughing and peered over to the other cops. “Hee hee hee. Guys, we got ourselves a dead nigger here—don’t we.” He let go of Deron’s hair, but Deron kept his angry stare at Sam. Sam promptly wound up and kicked Deron in the head. Deron had finally turned his head downwards before the kick came to avoid being kicked in the face. Sam then skipped over to Deron’s side and kicked him repeatedly on his right side. “Now you’re going to respect me boy. You understand?”
“Please, Officer Clark, don’t hurt my boy,” pleaded James Brooks.
“Yeah, the Sheriff said for you to take us to jail right away,” said Leon in attempt to use reason to stop the beatings.
Sam, who was breathing heavily, looked over at Leon and stopped to think. “Okay, boy, you’re right. We’ll take you to jail right now as the Sheriff told us to do, but I’m not finished with your fuckin’ brother.” Sam walked over to Deron, pulled his hair, and looked at his face. “You understand, boy. I’m not finished with you.”
Leon was
~~~~
The Sheriff and Junior emerged from the woods and approached the crowd of cops and Negroes. “Where’s Leon?” asked the Sheriff.
Sam pointed to Leon, who was laying on his stomach.
The Sheriff walked over to Leon and yelled, “You motherfucker.” As he said this, he kicked him in the side then he kicked him again. “You killed my friends.”
As soon as he kicked Leon, Deron, Reggie, and their father started getting up to fight back.
The Sheriff observed this, cocked the hammer on his revolver, and pointed it at Deron, who was closest to the Sheriff. “Get the fuck back on the ground. All of you.”
They all stopped, realizing that the cops might shoot them.
Ryan then kicked Deron on the side and yelled. “Get down, boy! I’m not going to tell you again.”
“Okay, okay,” pleaded James Brooks. “Don’t hurt my boys.”
“Handcuffed them all,” ordered the Sheriff. “Here, take Junior’s and my cuffs.” The Sheriff and Junior handed their handcuffs to the other cops.
“Junior, you go back and secure the crime scene.” The Sheriff paused and looked over at the other cops. “Sam, after you cuff them, take them to jail. Keep them there until I tell you otherwise.”
“Should I arrest them and book them?” asked Sam.
“No, not yet. I’ll let you know.” The Sheriff addressed Junior. “Junior, come over here. I need to talk to you.”
The Sheriff took Junior to the side out of hearing distance from everyone else. “Junior, I have to inform Acton of what happened, and he will probably call the Judge. When I’m done, I’ll return. Don’t mess up the crime scene.”
“Okay,”
“Where’s our car at?”
“It’s over yonder about a half a mile.” Junior said, while pointing in the direction of the car’s location.
Back at where the Negroes lay down, Leon was dazed and couldn’t believe that the nightmare was continuing. His whole body ached from the repeated kicks, and the cigarette burns still bothered him.
The cops had cuffed Leon’s other family members and Mr. Stevens first, and then they approached Leon. Ryan kicked Leon again. Leon screamed in pain. “Aaah.”
“Shut up, boy!” yelled Ryan. “Y’all in a lot of trouble. Y’all going to get the electric chair.”
“Yeah, I hope they fry,” said Sam Clark.
Leon decided that the best strategy was to remain quiet as they were defenseless against the armed cops.
Sam Clark walked over to Deron and stood by his head. He squatted down, grabbed Deron’s hair, and pulled his head up. “You not so tough now are you, boy?”
“Yeah, you’re real tough now that you have me hand cuffed,” replied Deron.
Leon couldn’t believe that his brother said that to Sam. Oh my God, thought Leon. They will certainly kill him now. No way will they let that pass by without repercussions.
Ironically, Sam Clark started laughing and peered over to the other cops. “Hee hee hee. Guys, we got ourselves a dead nigger here—don’t we.” He let go of Deron’s hair, but Deron kept his angry stare at Sam. Sam promptly wound up and kicked Deron in the head. Deron had finally turned his head downwards before the kick came to avoid being kicked in the face. Sam then skipped over to Deron’s side and kicked him repeatedly on his right side. “Now you’re going to respect me boy. You understand?”
“Please, Officer Clark, don’t hurt my boy,” pleaded James Brooks.
“Yeah, the Sheriff said for you to take us to jail right away,” said Leon in attempt to use reason to stop the beatings.
Sam, who was breathing heavily, looked over at Leon and stopped to think. “Okay, boy, you’re right. We’ll take you to jail right now as the Sheriff told us to do, but I’m not finished with your fuckin’ brother.” Sam walked over to Deron, pulled his hair, and looked at his face. “You understand, boy. I’m not finished with you.”
Leon was
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