Rosewood Page #3

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We gots here 5 acres

in Rosewood...

adjacent to

Mr. Johnny Wright's store...

sold as is,

cash only.

Let's open up

at $52 an acre.

from Monroe.

Who'll give me 54?

John Wright again.

Thank you, John.

Monroe, 55?

$54.

Going once,

going twice...

$55.

Boy, you know that's

$55 for each acre?

That's damn near $300.

Yes, sir, I do.

Thank you kindly.

Cash?

Where's that n*gger going to get

that kind of money?

I have $55.

Get back to work.

Afternoon, Miss Fanny.

Help!

Help me!

Somebody please

help me!

Somebody!

Help me!

Help!

Help!

Please!

Help me!

What's the matter, now?

Please help me!

Help me!

What's going on?

Fanny, what happened?

N*gger.

It was a n*gger.

What?

He broke in my house,

and he beat me up.

It was a n*gger!

It was!

Sheriff! Sheriff!

Here comes

that boy again.

That would be Emmett.

Sheriff!

Take a breath, boy.

What's the matter?

Your daddy's still

caught on fire again?

Fanny Taylor got herself

beat by a nigra.

Oh, sh*t.

Damn.

Earl, that

scatter gun loaded?

No.

Where the hell's my...

my shells?

Can't find my damn shells.

Here.

Go to the mill.

Get James.

Hold on!

Keep this quiet before

I get the whole story. Go.

- What's going on?

- Mind your own damn business.

Come on, boy.

When I want you

to do something...

and I tell

you to do it...

Fanny Taylor's been

raped by a n*gger.

Go on out there

and do that!

Hey, James, I need

to talk to you.

Your wife's been beat and raped

by a colored man.

What the hell

you talking about?

$58.

$60.

Boy, how you planning

on paying $300?

You got a bagful of gold?

Could be, sir.

Henry...

can't you see

what this boy's doing?

He ain't going

to buy nothing.

He's just driving up the price

for old Bradley.

Mr. Andrews, sir,

I don't know that man.

With all due

respect, Mr. Wright...

if that what you believe,

maybe you should

stop bidding.

You gonna let that n*gger

beat you, Johnny?

A n*gger raped

Fanny Taylor.

Listen up.

We got to call

this off for now.

What? I ain't going nowhere.

I got a bid in.

We'll pick it up

tomorrow at $60.50.

Let's get this done now.

John, Fanny Taylor's

been raped by a n*gger.

My deed.

I'll lock up the deed.

Boy, your name

Jesse Hunter?

No, sir.

I suppose you

can prove that?

Got my discharge, sir.

Just who do you think

you are, boy?

With all due respect,

Mr. Wright,

long around

this time tomorrow,

I expects to be

your neighbor, sir.

Welcome to

Levy County, Mr. Mann.

Get out of the way.

Come on, back off, now.

Come on, come on, come on.

Jesus, Fanny.

Who raped you?

No, jeez, Ellis,

I sure wasn't raped.

I just got beat.

I was beat badly.

Badly.

He was so big.

He's so black,

that boy.

She says she was raped.

Raped and beat.

Shut up, y'all!

Everybody go on out of here!

Show's over!

You heard me!

Go on home!

Go on!

Come on.

Let's go in the house.

It's OK.

It's all right.

It's OK. Come on!

Give her some breathing space!

Damn.

Listen to me.

We've known each other

a long time, huh?

I want you to think

about this, now.

You tell me.

This is Ellis.

You tell me the truth.

Was it truly a colored

that done this to you?

Be sure, darling,

that is all I'm saying.

Yes, he was colored.

He was a n*gger,

n*gger, n*gger!

Jesus, angel,

what happened?

You seen

this boy, Sarah?

Ain't got to mess around. We

got to do something about this.

No, Mr. Ellis.

I ain't seen nothing.

All right.

Hey, what y'all doing?

Miss Fanny... Miss Fanny Taylor,

she got raped.

- And beat.

- And she got beat,

and she said it was

a colored man.

But it was a cracker.

I seen him.

Well, I guess now we're looking

for a n*gger convict,

escaped yesterday

off the chain gang near Wylie.

Name is Jesse Hunter.

Oh, good.

Here are the hounds.

Take them all around back,

pick up a scent.

Go on.

You acting like you the leader

of this here mob.

I am the leader,

and this ain't no mob!

We got him, boys.

See where they're headed?

Y'all see where

they're headed?

Come on, boy.

Shut up, y'all!

They got a scent!

Hush.

Go have a look.

Y'all go that way.

He ain't done nothing!

What did the boy do?

Y'all be quiet!

Be quiet!

Poly! Poly!

Put that gun away!

- This is serious business.

- Yes, sir.

You got to tell me

the truth, boy.

Did you rape

Fanny Taylor?

- Rape?

- No, sir! No!

Do you know who did?

I don't know nothing,

Mr. Walker!

You know who did!

Go!

My boy ain't done nothing!

Hey! Here comes

old Johnny Wright.

Hello, Johnny.

Hey, Bobby.

John.

How's that new wife

of yours working out?

She's coming

right along.

Sorry about that auction, John.

The boy bid.

Yeah, a hell of a thing.

What you got here?

Now we got

a good one.

That boy raped

Fanny Taylor.

Is that right?

We got us

Aaron Carrier, John.

Aaron Carrier?

Watch that gun, boy.

How you doing, Johnny?

You got the wrong boy.

Hate to tell you, Aaron Carrier

wouldn't rape a fly.

Dogs led us

straight to his house.

You know the boy that did?

N*gger won't talk,

either, John.

I know his family.

Let me talk to him.

Yeah, hell, maybe you can

get something out of him.

I sure as hell can't.

Aaron, this is Mr. Wright.

You know something

about all this?

Duke, how's he

supposed to talk

when you're choking him

like that?

Well, he don't need

to talk, Johnny.

He need to hang from

one of them trees over there.

Y'all think

this is real funny?

Hey, you would, too, if you was

the one that sold me this rope.

Good point, John.

He's a good boy.

He ain't done nothing.

Duke, don't hurt him.

Emmett, come on over here, boy.

Hold onto this rope.

There's a boy.

You know this boy's

family as well as I.

That's right.

I do. I know.

And you know

he's a good boy.

They're good people.

They're good people,

but we got a dilemma

here, John.

We got a dilemma. I'm going

to tell you what it is.

Hounds don't lie.

Be a man, now.

You got to take that rope

and snap, crack.

Can't lynch that boy, Ellis.

Can't lynch him.

I ain't going to let

nobody get hanged.

I ain't going to let it happen.

It won't happen.

Now grab that rope.

Come on, grab it.

About 4 summers ago,

I went over to Chiefland.

A colored boy over there

was looking in the window...

at a white girl

watching her take a bath.

Did he say something?

No, he didn't.

Maybe he don't know nothing

if he didn't say nothing.

You should have seen them

go crazy on that boy.

Beat him

about half to death.

Boy wouldn't stop

screaming.

We helped him to the railroad

track. Number 7 come along...

cut his head clean off.

N*ggers don't run around

like a chicken.

Once that head's off,

he's dead.

S-Sam Carter.

Sam Carter?

What about Sam Carter?

What about Sam?

Sam the blacksmith?

Sam Carter

raped Fanny Taylor?

No.

A man. A Mason.

What man?

Who you talking about?

Sam took him in the wagon.

We was holding the oath.

What are you

talking about?

String him up!

This boy's under arrest!

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