This file brought to you by -
http://www.mrdouble.com



                       WhtCaptv -- M+/F, INTER, NC -- 6/6

                                 White Captive
                                   Chapter 6

      The groaning pick-up truck loaded with vegetables on the back stopped in
a cloud of dust when its driver saw the petite, blond girl waving it down.  He
opened the door and let her in and then resumed his journey toward the town
ahead.

      "Been for a walk, miss," he ventured, unaccustomed to having strange
passengers on his weekly trip into the market.

      "W-Why, yes, yes I have," the girl answered hesitantly and said nothing
else.

      "It's a long way from town, must've takin' you all day, might near," he
continued, refusing to let the conversation lag as she would have liked.

      "Y-Yes, I've been gone a long time," she answered, hoping he would let it
go at that and concentrate on his driving so she could collect her shattered
thoughts.  Duke had spared her life and she could think of no reason that he
should have, in fact, he had taken quite a chance with the plans that had been
worked out with the well-dressed Negro wearing the horn rimmed glasses that day
so long ago.  It was a long walk of quite a few hours from the trail on which
the cabin was located to the main road but someone might have come along and
given her a ride and she would have been in time to stop the whole thing.  But
now it was too late, the appointed hour had come and passed and if things had
gone according to schedule there was nothing she or anyone else could do about
it.  Besides, she had given him her word and that should be worth something. He
hadn't really forgotten anything when he had come back to the shack.  She knew
because he had taken nothing when he had left a short time later.  He had come
back because he had changed his mind about leaving her to them and because he
knew he no longer controlled them.  Last year, as he had said, it would have
been different but they were following a new leader now.  Not one that they
could see, but one of brutal empty promises that would lead nowhere.  One
needed but the slogans of the new breed she had thought so much about back in
the dilapidated shack and one had an angry and dedicated following that was no
longer satisfied with the Duke's and others who knew nothing but how to heist
beer from a standing delivery truck.  She had had a long time to think about
things on her walk down to the main road but had come to no conclusions at all,
she would do that later when her mind was more clear and the effect of the
awful carnage of the day had worn off.

      "If you been walkin' all day, you missed the big news," the farmer spoke
beside her, feeling uncomfortable sitting in silence.

      "Oh," Susan answered, showing a mild tone of interest out of politeness.

      "Yes siree," he said excitedly, suddenly happy to find a topic of
conversation.  "Half the city's burnin' down.  Seems a couple of young niggers
started a usual Friday night ruckus and when the police moved in somebody threw
a fire bomb.  That blew things sky-high.  Some young punk national guardsmen
evidently got nervous and fired in the crowd that came runnin' out to see the
fire and that's all she wrote."

      "It's bad, huh," she said without enthusiasm.

      "Man, I'll say it is," the farmer continued.  "They've killed off about
eighty of 'em already.  Even got one of the big street gang leaders down there
tryin' to kill a policeman.  Named Duke somethin' or other.  Cain't rightly
remember now, but the whole nigger population's runnin' through the streets
startin' fires right 'n left and actin' like a bunch o' wild animals."

      "Don't we all sometimes," Susan muttered under her breath, remembering
her own body bucking and twisting under the cruel sodomizing of the
half-idiotic Stitch to save her own life.

      "What da'ya saya Miss, I cain't hear ya.  Little deaf ya know," he
laughed.  "Maybe we can get something on the radio.

      Susan sat quietly as he clicked it on and the station announcer's voice
came through the static loud and clear.

      ...and this evening -- leader of the black power movement says from his
headquarters in Detroit, the vicious and uncontrolled rioting that has broken
out in Chicago is just another example of the spontaneous and justified
dissatisfaction of the negro with his position in today's America.  And... he
forecasts they will continue to occur through-out the major American cities as
long as blatant police and military brutality continue to exist against the
black man...

      Yes, Susan thought to herself as the announcer droned on about the rising
casualty and damage toll, I have taken a long walk today...

                                    The End

