He made the left turn down the dirt road that led to the clearing by the lake.
When he got close to the clearing he turned off his headlights. He drove his car slow and entered the clearing and saw a black 1950 Ford pickup truck parked in the clearing with the front end pointed at the lake.
Jimmy turned off his car engine and could see a lone person behind the wheel of the pickup truck.
He quietly opened his car door and stepped outside then quietly closed his door.
Jimmy had a smirk while he tiptoed over to the pickup.
He got to the driver’s door of the pickup and looked in the window. He saw a black hair girl giving a white Alvin Cooper, a sixteen boy a blowjob. It took Jimmy a few seconds to realize that that black haired girl was fifteen-year old colored girl Lizzy Sharp.
He tapped on the driver’s door window.
Alvin glanced over at his window with a smile. He stared at Jimmy for a few seconds and it dawned on him that Deputy Nalla was peeking at him. “Shit!” yelled out Alvin from inside in a panic from inside the truck. Alvin pushed the head of the colored girl off of his erection. His erection quickly turned flaccid while he looked over a Jimmy.
The colored girl looked bewildered as to why Alvin pushed her away. Then she looked over at Alvin and saw Jimmy standing outside the pickup. She got scared, as she always feared Jimmy knowing he was part of the Klan.
Jimmy stared at the two and got an idea. “I want the colored girl out of the truck,” he said.
The colored girl scooted across the seat of the truck, opened the door and got outside.
“Go home Alvin and I won’t tell your daddy about this. You know he’ll beat your ass raw if he finds out,” said Jimmy.
Alvin nodded that he agreed with Jimmy and started up his pickup.
Jimmy and the colored girl moved away while Alvin backed up his pickup. They watched him drive away out of the clearing and head down the dirt road.
Jimmy looked at the colored girl in the darkness of the lake. “Now, what am I going to do with you Lizzy?”
“Please don’t tell my paw,” she said with pleading eyes that looked scared.
Jimmy looked at Lizzy who wore a worn white flowery dress to her knobby knees and was barefooted. “I know you’re paw will beat you for sucking a white boy’s cock,” he said.
Lizzy’s eyes welled up and knew Jimmy was correct. “Please don’t tell my paw, please.”
Jimmy looked at Lizzy and knew he had her right where he wanted her. “Come with me, Lizzy,” he said and motioned for her to come over to him.
Lizzy reluctantly walked over to Jimmy knowing he would take her to his paw and tell him what she did.
Jimmy grabbed Lizzy’s left arm and walked her over to the rear of his car.
He moved her and bent her over to where her face was on the trunk of the car. He leaned down and moved her feet apart then lifted up her dress and exposed her backside. He noticed in the Moonlight that Lizzy didn’t wear any panties while he unbuckled his belt.
Lizzy knew what Jimmy wanted and she wasn’t a willing participant. “I don’t know about this Mista Jimmy.”
“If you don’t, I’ll tell your paw,” said Jimmy while he unzipped his trousers then lowered them down to his ankles.
Lizzy knew she didn’t have a choice, as getting the belt on her ass cheeks by her paw was not an option. So she just stayed in place and waited.
Jimmy pulled down his boxers and already had an erection. He moved closer to Lizzy. He reached down and rubbed her bare crotch. After a few seconds of getting Lizzy primed, he penetrated her and started humping her.
Lizzy was relieved that this only lasted two minutes.
After Jimmy got himself redressed, he placed Lizzy in the backseat of his squad car. He got behind the wheel, started the car and drove out of the clearing.
Jimmy drove back into town and stopped on a street by the edge of the colored section. He looked back at the backseat. “Okay Lizzy, I won’t tell your paw and was we did tonight will be our secret.”
“Yes Mista Jimmy,” said Lizzy and she felt a bit relieved that her paw wouldn’t find out.
“And Lizzy, you will do me whenever I want. Understand? You know what I can do.”
“Yes Mista Jimmy.”
“Good, now go home.”
Lizzy opened up the rear door, got outside, closed the door and ran off down the street.
Jimmy drove away while he lit up a Lucky Strike cigarette.
The months had passed and it was now the spring of 1957.
Jimmy spent the last year with his occasional nighttime meetings with Lizzy. Sometimes he would take her down to the lake in the middle of the night and screw her in the backseat, or other times he would have her give him a blowjob while he parked along a street in Boldger.
But while he had sex with her, he often thought about that dead colored girl in the woods when he was twelve years old. While he screwed Lizzy he kept on thinking about that naked colored girl. He even started to think about taking Lizzy out to that same spot and beating her to death. But he fought back those urges.
It was the spring of 1956 and Robert Fillert had completed the FBI Academy in Quantico, Virginia and started his first assignment in the Field Office in Atlanta. He already made his first arrest of three bank robbers that hit banks the States of Georgia, Tennessee and Alabama.
It was August of 1957 and during this hot and humid month, Jimmy got another taste of killing another human being.
It apparently happened during Friday night on August tenth. Sixteen-year-old Emily Mochrie came home at ten that night crying. When her father Gus Mochrie asked what happened, Emily said an unknown guy that wore a black ski mask raped her while she walked home from her girlfriend, Amy’s home. He came up behind her and forced her way penetrating her from the rear. She only saw the back of his head when he ran away.
On Saturday morning, Jimmy’s brother Ricky, told Jimmy that he saw a colored man, named Howard Williams running down the street and removed a black ski mask off his head. Jimmy of course told Sheriff Damon.
This was an open and shut case as far as Sheriff Damon was concerned so he summoned the boys.
Later that night, Sheriff Damon, Melvin, Jimmy, Rick, Sam, John, Carl, and Max met at Melvin’s home at ten.
“We can’t have these uppity colored scum raping our young women,” said Melvin furious over the situation.
“I agree,” said Rick.
“Me too,” said Jimmy.
Sam, John, Carl, and Max all nodded in agreement.
“Then we have to take care of this situation to send a message to the rest of the colored folk,” said Sheriff Damon.
“Then we know what needs to be done,” said Melvin.
“Yep, we don’t have a choice,” said Sam.
“Poor Emily. Raped by some colored piece of shit,” said Carl and he looked furious.
“We does justice get served?” asked Max.
Sheriff Damon looked at Melvin.
“Tomorrow night. We can’t take a chance on him leaving town,” said Melvin then he looked at Jimmy. “You ready?”
“I’m ready,” Jimmy replied and couldn’t wait.
“We meet at the church at ten tomorrow night,” said Sheriff Damon.
Everybody nodded in agreement then Melvin broke out eight cans of Black Label beer from his refrigerator. He handed a can of cold beer to each of the guys.
It was Sunday night and the town of Boldger was quiet. A 1952 Dodge Cornet with four occupants inside and a 1951 Chevrolet Fleetline Deluxe with two occupants inside pulled into the parking lot of the First Baptist Church of Boldger. Both cars had Mississippi license plates.
Ricky, Sammy, Sheriff Damon and Melvin got out of the Dodge dressed in their KKK glory suits with their hoods removed.
Jimmy, Carl, John and Max got out of the Chevrolet dressed in their KKK glory suits with their hoods removed.
They all gathered in front of the Dodge and Sheriff Damon looke
d the guys over for a few seconds. “Let’s go get some justice,” he said then placed his hood on his face.
All the other guys nodded in agreement then placed their hoods over their heads.
The eight Klansmen got back in the two cars and drove out of the parking lot.
A little while later the Dodge and Chevrolet raced down one of the dirt roads in the colored section of town.
They stopped in the weedy front yard of the Williams shack.
The eight Klansmen rushed out of the two cars and headed to the front porch of the Williams shack.
“Get out here, Howard Williams,” yelled out Sheriff Damon from behind his hood.
The eight guys waited for a few seconds then the front door of the shack opened and Howard Williams a fifty-two year old man appeared in a white tee shirt and boxers at the door. His eyes widened with fear the second he saw the eight Klansmen on his porch in their glory suits. He knew they were here for coffee and social talk. He panicked, turned around and ran through his living room.
“Cover the back,” Sheriff Damon told John and Sam.
John and Sam ran off the back porch and ran to the rear of the shack.
Sheriff Damon and the rest ran inside the house.
John and Sam ran to the back of the shack the second Howard ran out of the back screen door.
John tackled Howard to the ground.
“I did nothing,” cried out Howard while John pressed the left side of his face into the dirt.
“You’re a fucking liar, Howard,” yelled out John while he got off Howard and brought him to his feet.
Three minutes had passed and they had Howard, still in his tee shirt and underwear, in the backseat of the Chevrolet and sat between Jimmy and Max.
Howard was scared to death while the car drove down his street. “I didn’t do nothing,” he said.
“Don’t you lie to us,” said Jimmy. “We know what you fucking did. You raped young Emily Mochrie on Friday night,” he added.
“I didn’t rape any white girl. I promise,” said Howard and he was dead serious.
Jimmy elbowed Howard in his face. “Fucking liar. We hate you colored folk when you lie all the time.”
Howard remained quiet, as he knew any more talk would get another elbow or possibility a fist.
While the Dodge and Chevrolet drove off down the street, Howard’s wife, Anita and ten-year-old daughter Molly watched from the front porch of their shack. Anita’s eyes welled up and she knew Howard would not be coming home. This was an all too familiar sight in the Deep South during these times. And the colored folk had nobody to complaint to who would listen and stop this activity.
Five minutes passed and the Dodge and Chevrolet drove to a secluded area of the woods to the east of Boldger. They stopped with the headlights illuminating a large oak tree with a nice thick horizontal branch to the left of the trunk. On that branch was installed a noose earlier this evening. Below the noose were too small wooden stools.
Everybody got out of the Dodge.
Carl and John got out of the front of the Chevrolet. Jimmy and Max got out and dragged a reluctant Howard with them.
“Please let me go. I swear I didn’t rape that white girl. I swear!” Howard pleaded with Jimmy and Max.
“Shut the fuck up and take your punishment like a man,” said Sheriff Damon while he walked over to Howard.
Jimmy and Max escorted Howard who still dragged his feet in the dirt.
“Please let me go!” cried out Howard while they walked him over to that tree branch.
The Klansmen ignored Howard while Jimmy and Max escorted Howard to his fate.
Howard started to squirm when Jimmy and Max got within two feet of the wooden stool.
Howard used all his might and squirmed free from Jimmy and Max’s grip. He ran.
“Get him!” yelled out Sheriff Damon.
John and Carl ran after Howard.
John lunged and tackled Howard to the ground.
Jimmy ran over.
John and Carl brought Howard to his feet.
Jimmy punched Howard hard in his stomach. He buckled over in pain and gasped for air.
“Let’s get this over with,” yelled out Sheriff Damon.
John and Carl brought Howard with his feet dragging in the dirt back over to the noose.
John and Carl with the help of Jimmy and Max placed Howard on the stool right under the dangling noose.
Jimmy got on the other stool and placed the noose around Howard’s neck.
“Please! I swear. I didn’t rape that girl. I swear to God!” cried out Howard and his eyes welled up.
“We hope God forgive you,” yelled out Melvin.
“It’s time,” called out Sheriff Damon.
Jimmy tightened the noose around Howard’s neck.
Jimmy got off his stool and immediately kicked out the stool from under Howard’s feet.
Howard dropped and everybody heard his neck snap.
They all watched Howard’s lifeless body swing from the noose.
“I need a beer,” said Max.
“Me too,” added Carl.
The Klansmen removed their hoods and headed back to the cars.
While Jimmy got back in the Chevrolet, he glanced back at Howard’s lifeless body dangling from that tree branch. Although he enjoyed tonight, he wanted something else. Hanging colored men was not making him satisfied.
Everybody got in the Dodge and Chevrolet and drove away.
Back at the Melvin home, Ricky lay in bed with a huge smile on his face. He was elated that Howard Williams got hung for the crime that Ricky actually committed. He turned his thoughts to Emily. He really liked her and couldn’t stop his urges to have sex with her. It was something about forcing himself on her that turned him on.
The weeks rolled around and it was the end of July.
Jimmy went into the Woolworth on Thursday night for some supper during his night shift. He decided on Woolworth for some reason and broke his normal routine.
He walked over to the counter and sat down at a stool.
He looked at the other end of the counter and saw someone he never seen before. “We have a new waitress,” Jimmy said quietly while he looked at the new female. She was nineteen years old, black hair, thin shapely figure with a small chest. Jimmy liked what he saw so far.
The new waitress walked over to Jimmy once she noticed he was there.
“Welcome. How may I help you, deputy?” asked Betty Harris.
“First of all, you can tell me your name.”
“Betty,” she said while she pointed at her name tag on her uniform. “Betty Harris.”
“Well, Betty Harris. I’m Deputy Jimmy Nalla. I don’t recognize you as being from Boldger.”
“I moved her last week. I’m from Jackson, Mississippi. Moved here to live with my Aunt and Uncle. Bob and Cindy Harris.”
Jimmy thought for a few seconds. “Ah, yes I know them. Good folk,” he said while he checked her out. “Why leave Jackson for our little sleepy town?”
“Abusive boyfriend wouldn’t stop beating me.”
“Well, fear not my darling. If he sets foot in Boldger and lays a hand on you, I’ll be there to save you.”
Betty smiled and liked Jimmy’s charm. “Well, thank you and I’ll keep that in mind,” she said and gave him a warm smile. “Now, how may I help you tonight?”
“Oh, how about the country fried steak dinner.”
“Coming right up,” she said walked away.
Jimmy’s eyes were on Betty’s backside while she walked back over to the window to give the Cook Jimmy’s order.
Jimmy had a keen interest in Betty and after his dinner arrived, he couldn’t take his eyes off her while he ate.
For the next week, Jimmy continued to eat his supper at Woolworth. He normally ate dinner at Wally’s Country Diner located on the south side of town. But he wanted to eat all his dinners at Woolworth to see more of Betty.
Then one night Jimmy finally got up the nerve to
ask Betty out for a date. She gladly accepted, as it was Jimmy’s charm that was so refreshing, as compared to her abusive boyfriend Willard.
It was the first Saturday of October and there was another wedding in Boldger. Today numerous town folk packed the First Baptist Church of Boldger to watch the holy matrimony of Jimmy Nalla and Betty Harris. Ricky was Jimmy’s best man.
For their honeymoon, Sheriff Damon gave Jimmy a week off with pay. Melvin was also generous and gave the young couple a used Buckskin Tan and Snow Show White 1955 four door Ford.
The young honeymooners drove their new car down to Winter Haven to visit Cypress Gardens. This was a place that Betty had dreams of visiting when she was a little girl. She had always wanted to see the water ski shows, the beautiful gardens and the Southern Belles.
Jimmy wasn’t that impressed with the activities Cypress Gardens had to offer, it was the sex with Betty that he wanted every night.
So since Jimmy was a married man, he decided to stop seeing Lizzy for his nighttime pleasures.
The months rolled around and it was March 1958.
Sad news occurred for the white folk of Boldger. Sixty-five Sheriff Damon had a heart attack in the middle of night while he slept in bed.
But the colored folk of Boldger were not heart broken over the loss of Sheriff Boldger. He was the leader behind so many lynching by rope for the colored folk since he became Sheriff in 1926. But they realized that the replacement Sheriff probably would be just as evil as Nate Damon. They were right. With Melvin’s influence Jimmy became the Sheriff of Boldger. The voting was rigged.
As soon as he took over the department, he hired Alvin Cooper as his new Deputy. He figured that he owed Alvin since he didn’t tell anybody that he left Lizzy alone with Jimmy that night down at the lake in 1956.
Jimmy felt so powerful now that he was the official law of Boldger.
The year of 1959 arrived and Jimmy started to abuse his powers with being Sheriff. He would not think twice of beating up a uppity colored man when he talked back to any of the white folk. But he stayed away from screwing Lizzy since he was married. He loved being married to Betty and they tried every chance they could get to have a child. Jimmy yearned for having a son he could call Jimmy Junior. Betty yearned for a daughter.
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