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sixty-year-old Deputy Ernie Hughes were in the woods with Elmer and Nate.
    “Yep, that’s Buster alright,” said Sheriff Damon and he was also a frequent customer of Buster’s Moonshine.
    “Looks like we got a murder on our hands, Sheriff,” said Deputy Hughes.
    “No shit,” said Sheriff Damon and he always thought Deputy Hughes was getting too old with being a deputy.
    The four just stared at the dead bodies for a few seconds. 
    “I better go round up Doc Stone,” said Sheriff Damon then he looked at Deputy Hughes.  “Do you think you can keep people from messing with my crime scene?” he said.
    “You bet, Sheriff,” said Deputy Hughes and this was his first murder case involving a white man. 
    “I hope so,” said Sheriff Damon while he had his doubts.  “I need you two to come to my office and fill out a report,” he told Elmer and Howie.
    “Sure Sheriff,” said Elmer and Howie nodded in agreement.
    Sheriff Damon, Elmer and Howie walked away leaving Deputy Hughes alone in the woods.
    After five minutes, Deputy Hughes started to get the creeps being alone in the woods with two dead bodies.  Every critter that made a sound caused Deputy Hughes to remove his pistol out of his holster to defend himself from being attacked.  After all, he didn’t know if that killer was still lurking in the woods. 
     
    An hour had passed and Doc Stone had Buster and Gale’s dead bodies in the morgue of the small hospital of Boldger.
     
    Later that evening, Sheriff Damon drove over to Melvin Nalla’s house in his 1940 black with white squad car.  He recalled Joey Sampson’s claim on what he saw in the woods on Saturday and decided this was his first visit for his official investigation.
    He got out of his car and walked up on the front porch.  He knocked on the screened door.
    Melvin appeared in a tee shirt with a Mason jar with a little Moonshine at the bottom of the jar.   He also had a lit Lucky Strike cigarette that dangled out of his cracked lips.  “Why Nate, what brings you over o my house?” he asked then took a little drink of Moonshine.
    “Well Melvin, it appears we found Buster Chaney’s dead body out in the woods naked along with the dead body of a young naked colored girl,” he replied then he looked sad. 
    The screen door creaked opened while Melvin stepped out on the wooden front porch.  He looked sad.  “Poor Buster.  His daddy will be devastated.  Do you know how he died?” said Melvin while he glanced down at his Moonshine in his jar.  This was Moonshine Melvin had bought from Buster two months ago.
    “Looks like someone beat him to death according to Doc Stone.  His head was split wide open.”
    “Who would do such a horrible crime?” Melvin asked and fumed inside that a fellow KKK member was murdered.
    “Well, on Saturday afternoon, a young colored boy named Joey Sampson ran into my office.  He claimed that your boy Jimmy beat Buster with a baseball bat.  I thought that boy was just trying to stir up trouble so didn’t think much of it.”
    Melvin looked back inside his house.  “Jimmy, get your ass out here,” he yelled out.
    They waited for a few minutes then Jimmy appeared at the screen door.  “Yes sir,” he said and got nervous at the sight of Sheriff Damon on the front porch.
    “Sheriff here says that a colored boy, Joey Sampson, saw you beating someone in the woods on Saturday.  Did you do that?” Melvin asked in a stern tone.
    “No sir,” Jimmy lied through his teeth and started to shake in fear on having another whopping from Melvin.
    “Then why would that colored boy say that?” he asked Jimmy.
    Jimmy thought hard for a believable lie and got nervous while Melvin and Sheriff Damon eyed him for an answer.  He had one.  “I was going to tell you but someone stole my baseball bat on Saturday after the game.  I saw Joey Sampson’s father run into the woods with a bat in hand.  I thought he stole my bat so I ran after him.”
    “That colored man