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relieved that Deron didn’t continue his bravery.
Finley finally spoke, “Yeah, we better get them to jail, or the Sheriff will get pissed.”
The cops roughly put the five Negroes in all three remaining police cars.
Chapter 7
The Sheriff arrived at Acton Cox’s house at a little past 8:30 a.m. He hoped to catch him before he opened his barbershop. The Sheriff realized that he had to follow the chain of command and had to go to the local leader of the Klan before he could go to the Judge.
He parked his patrol car then walked up to Acton’s front door. After he knocked on the door, Acton’s wife let him in. After some pleasantries with Acton’s wife, Acton appeared in the living room. Acton’s wife knew that she needed to leave the room, which she did.
Acton and the Sheriff shook hands. “Good morning, Sheriff. How did it go last night?”
The Sheriff looked around to make sure Acton’s wife couldn’t hear. In a soft but anxious voice the Sheriff said, “We got a major problem.”
“What is it?”
“Let’s sit down over here,” the Sheriff pointed to the davenport.
They both sat down side by side.
The Sheriff spoke softly, almost in a whisper. “Lucky and his wrecking crew are dead.”
“What! No way … How?”
“I don’t know how, but they’re dead in the woods right now.”
Acton slapped his hand on his forehead. “Wait, how could this happen? How did they die? This can’t be right.”
“It’s fuckin’ right.”
“Is Leon dead, too?”
“No, he’s not fuckin’ dead, but we caught him. My boys are taking him and his buddies to jail right now.”
“Wait, how did he get away?”
“I don’t know. I just discovered the bodies, and I just had Sam arrest Leon and his family and friends.”
“What? You have arrested Leon and some other people as well?”
“Yeah, they were with him when I found Leon. Look, I have to get back and sort things out myself. You’re asking a lot of questions, and I don’t have the answers. I just stopped in my tracks to tell you what happened. Now, I have to get back.”
“Okay, well, I’m in shock. Before you go, we have to call the Judge. Just hang on, and I will get him on the phone.”
The Sheriff waited anxiously while Acton tried calling the Judge.
After a few moments, Acton was able to reach the Judge.
“Atwood, this is Acton. How are you doing?”
“Okay, what’s up?” The Judge never liked small talk.
“Well, we got a major problem up here.”
“What’s that?”
Acton hesitated and spoke slowly, “Lucky and his crew are dead.”
“What!”
“Yeah, they are fuckin’ dead.”
“No fuckin’ way.”
“Yeah.”
“What happened? You know … what happened to Leon?”
“Okay, Leon’s alive. And they’re dead. We got Leon locked up. The Sheriff is here, and he sent them over to jail.”
“My God. I can’t believe this. Holy shit. … Oh my God. This has backfired on us. I just wanted the nigger hung, and now our guys are dead. This is horrible.” The Judge paused. “How did they die?”
“Let me pass the telephone over to the Sheriff. The Sheriff will tell you.”
Acton passed the phone to the Sheriff.
The Sheriff spoke in a somber voice. “Hey, Judge.” Maybe the local leader could get away with calling the Judge by his first name, but the Sheriff was not in a position to do that.
“Hey Sheriff, what the fuck happened?”
“Well, you know, we set Lucky up to do the job, and we didn’t hear anything from him. He never reported to us like he was supposed to do. But we got a call from Leon’s family that Leon was missing too, which made sense. So we waited around figuring that Lucky would eventually show up.”
“And what happened?”
“Well, he never showed up. So then, we started looking around. You know, I went to the spot where I thought he might be at. You know, the place they were supposed to do it with Leon.”
“Okay.”
“And when Junior and I got there, um …they were dead. It looks
Finley finally spoke, “Yeah, we better get them to jail, or the Sheriff will get pissed.”
The cops roughly put the five Negroes in all three remaining police cars.
Chapter 7
The Sheriff arrived at Acton Cox’s house at a little past 8:30 a.m. He hoped to catch him before he opened his barbershop. The Sheriff realized that he had to follow the chain of command and had to go to the local leader of the Klan before he could go to the Judge.
He parked his patrol car then walked up to Acton’s front door. After he knocked on the door, Acton’s wife let him in. After some pleasantries with Acton’s wife, Acton appeared in the living room. Acton’s wife knew that she needed to leave the room, which she did.
Acton and the Sheriff shook hands. “Good morning, Sheriff. How did it go last night?”
The Sheriff looked around to make sure Acton’s wife couldn’t hear. In a soft but anxious voice the Sheriff said, “We got a major problem.”
“What is it?”
“Let’s sit down over here,” the Sheriff pointed to the davenport.
They both sat down side by side.
The Sheriff spoke softly, almost in a whisper. “Lucky and his wrecking crew are dead.”
“What! No way … How?”
“I don’t know how, but they’re dead in the woods right now.”
Acton slapped his hand on his forehead. “Wait, how could this happen? How did they die? This can’t be right.”
“It’s fuckin’ right.”
“Is Leon dead, too?”
“No, he’s not fuckin’ dead, but we caught him. My boys are taking him and his buddies to jail right now.”
“Wait, how did he get away?”
“I don’t know. I just discovered the bodies, and I just had Sam arrest Leon and his family and friends.”
“What? You have arrested Leon and some other people as well?”
“Yeah, they were with him when I found Leon. Look, I have to get back and sort things out myself. You’re asking a lot of questions, and I don’t have the answers. I just stopped in my tracks to tell you what happened. Now, I have to get back.”
“Okay, well, I’m in shock. Before you go, we have to call the Judge. Just hang on, and I will get him on the phone.”
The Sheriff waited anxiously while Acton tried calling the Judge.
After a few moments, Acton was able to reach the Judge.
“Atwood, this is Acton. How are you doing?”
“Okay, what’s up?” The Judge never liked small talk.
“Well, we got a major problem up here.”
“What’s that?”
Acton hesitated and spoke slowly, “Lucky and his crew are dead.”
“What!”
“Yeah, they are fuckin’ dead.”
“No fuckin’ way.”
“Yeah.”
“What happened? You know … what happened to Leon?”
“Okay, Leon’s alive. And they’re dead. We got Leon locked up. The Sheriff is here, and he sent them over to jail.”
“My God. I can’t believe this. Holy shit. … Oh my God. This has backfired on us. I just wanted the nigger hung, and now our guys are dead. This is horrible.” The Judge paused. “How did they die?”
“Let me pass the telephone over to the Sheriff. The Sheriff will tell you.”
Acton passed the phone to the Sheriff.
The Sheriff spoke in a somber voice. “Hey, Judge.” Maybe the local leader could get away with calling the Judge by his first name, but the Sheriff was not in a position to do that.
“Hey Sheriff, what the fuck happened?”
“Well, you know, we set Lucky up to do the job, and we didn’t hear anything from him. He never reported to us like he was supposed to do. But we got a call from Leon’s family that Leon was missing too, which made sense. So we waited around figuring that Lucky would eventually show up.”
“And what happened?”
“Well, he never showed up. So then, we started looking around. You know, I went to the spot where I thought he might be at. You know, the place they were supposed to do it with Leon.”
“Okay.”
“And when Junior and I got there, um …they were dead. It looks
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