CHAPTER FIVE
The black woman glared back at the deputy with unspeakable hatred as she climbed from the car, her legs still trembling from the inhuman treatment she had endured at their hands. The others were gathered around the doorway to the unpainted, dirt-floored shack. They watched silently, their eyes flashing with venomous contempt in the dark southern night, but no one said a word. That was the way it was in Beaumont County... it was a white man's county and Sheriff Dude Potter was the unchallenged boss. They could talk about him and his kind all they liked, but there was no way the could win in a confrontation... the guns and the power were on his side. And he had enough flunkies like Deputy Al Harper to make certain the dirty work was done. There had been a few hot-heads in the p
