Chapter 7, Part 2
The next day I went from my tent house to my office. Inside sitting on my desk was the Chief’s daughter Kaia. I was still getting used to seeing women wearing pants. It was something you just didn’t see back in Virginia. She had on dark brown pants, boots and a long sleeve shirt open at the top. It was open just enough to show more than was decent in most parts of the society. She looked up at me and said, “well hello sheriff. I was wondering when you were going to be in.” I looked over at my newly hired deputy who jumped up and went to the door. He said, “I want no part of this boss.” Smart man. I said, “if there is a problem my deputy could easily have helped you Kaia.” She smiled when I pronounced her name right. Her smile was breath taking. She said, “I wanted to apologize for yesterday. My father can a be a little over protective when it comes to me.” I said, “he’s just looking out for you.” She smiled again then she hopped off my desk and went to the door. She turned and said, “maybe I could come around and have you look out for me.” With that she slipped through the door and out.
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I went to the door and watched her walk down the street. Along the way she passed a mountain of a man. He had to be over 7 feet tall. She said something to him and he said something back that must have either been funny or clever because she laughed. I immediately felt jealous. I grew up in the south. All the black people I knew were slaves. Slavery was over. Many of the former slaves moved west to get away from the past as well as the Black Codes controlling their lives. The west represented freedom. I represented the law. Just maybe I needed to meet the new man in town.
I walked out with my chest out and badge on display. He saw me coming and for a second it seemed he was going to run. But he stood his ground. I said to him, “nice isn’t it.” I almost said boy. I look back on those times and wonder how we became friends. I was an ass. He took of his hat and said, “yes boss. I was just looking for work in town and I.” I stopped him and said, “you don’t have to explain just as long as you keep on the right side of the law then we will get along fine.” He nodded. I started to walk away when he asked, “which side is the right one the right or the left?” I looked back a little angry but instead of seeing him I saw the bodies of a couple of slaves I knew when I was a child hanging from a rope. Their master killed them for talking back. I said nothing back then and nothing now.
I went back to my office and sat outside on a deep boardwalk in a rocking chair. I watched as this man went from store to store looking for work. Many people stepped to the other side of the street when they saw him. Something in the back of my head said I should be ashamed of myself. I was no better than the neighbor back home with the slaves he whipped near to death. That night I dreamed of the life my father wanted for me. He sent me next door to educate me so I could become an overseer. White overseers where paid well and some gained status within our poorer circle of society. I dreamt of the whip. In the dream, I didn’t refuse to do it. Instead I whipped the men into bloody ribbons that spelled out words like doom and murder on the ground.
I was in my office. The door opened. It was Kaia. She was in a cotton dress. With the sun behind her I could see her womanly form. Every curve. I was sitting at my desk with my legs up. She came over and pushed my legs down then sat on the desk. It was hot that day and she was a little sweaty. The sweat bled through the dress on her ample form. Kaia pulled my chair closer with her amazing legs. Then she slipped onto my lap straddling me and kissed me. Holding on with her thighs she leaned back and unbuttoned the dress. With a flourish displaying a mastery of movement she lifted the dress off. I tipped too far back in my chair. I fell out of my seat and woke up alone in my office.
About a month went by and no sign of Kaia. I looked out on the future town square. I saw Kaia and this man people were calling Percy. They were sitting on a blanket eating. A picnic. I didn’t know what to think. I found a woman who I wanted to know or just wanted and this man was in the way. They say he was a former slave in Georgia. It’s funny to think back on just how mad I was when she started to see this man named Percy. What kind of name was Percy? I wanted to know more about this man. Looking back on it I think I wanted to know of a way I could get rid of him. He was in the way.
It was about this time that a gang of men from Alabama had moved into the region terrorizing passing wagons. For some reason, these gangs that sprung up just after the war had to have names. Most of them were former confederate soldiers looking to prove something. This Alabama gang called themselves the Southern Knights. They would stop wagons and coaches and interrogate the passengers looking for “Yankees.” It didn’t matter that they would invariably steal from both southerner and northerner alike. Something had to be done about this. I had one deputy. I also saw a way to kill two birds with one posse.
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