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Fifty yards fro tree where I had parked the bicycle, stood three large white men I couldn’t make out details of their faces in that shadowy street, but I knehere I’d seen the with Scooter that afternoon at the Mt Zion church when he took his photographs

One of the for some trouble, Corbett?”

I didn’t answer

Looking back on it, I guess onea pipe I saw hi Sparks flew in a shower to the ground

“We asked you a question,” said the man in the middle “Serious question”

“Abraham! Moody!” I yelled

I don’t know if they heard me If they did, I don’t knohether they caet my arms up, the three men were on me

Kicked in the head In the face I tasted blood I fell face-down on the ground, hard A knee went intoon the side oftore into my neck It felt like fire

“Looks like you found it—trouble!” ablow tocrunch and felt a wild sear of pain and thought he had shattered ht kneecap

That was the last thing I remembered for a while

Chapter 67

THE NEXT THING I are of—voices

“You gotta use a higher branch He’s tall”

So was in my eyes Blood I was blind from all the blood

“Use that next branch, that one yonder,” said a second er from Tylertown”