CHAPTER FOUR
The raucous commotion from outside the tiny jailer's office creased abruptly when the cellblock door began to creak open. All of the men, including Sheriff Potter, turned to watch as this helpless black girl slipped nervously from inside the cellblock to face her captors.
"Her name's Lucille, boys... it says so here on her ID. Say hello to the boys, Lucille... come on, now, don't be afraid," he smirked as he beckoned her inside.
"B-But I ain't got no clothes," she explained, hiding behind the metal door. "You took 'em away."
"Aw, c'mon, Missie... you ain't gonna' need 'em anyway!" A chorus of excited hoots and laughs echoed his menacing threat and the black woman knew she would do well to get it over with. It wasn't likely they would, really hurt her, not bad anyway, not h
