Grey Davis put his hat on. He still felt guilty about treating the slaves the way he did. He prayed that the war wouldn't move to old Arlen, Georgia. A worker walked up to him to hand him some cotton. It wasn't as hard as he thought it was. Just recently, the courthouse assigned him a client. The preliminary hearing was today at noon. He needed to get ready to go. He walked towards his house. Just recently he built the workers a better house next to his. He walked in and slicked his grayish brown hair back and put on a nice suit. He walked back outside and got on his horse. He rode towards the courthouse. His client was waiting outside. He looked in unfamiliar clothes. He had a weird thing around his collar and hanging down. He leaned over and whispered,"You don't belong here." He eyed him suspiciously. He was thinking and that's what he was famous around that town for. He was probably the smartest person there. First he went to West Point then to Yale. He replied,"I do, sir. I've lived here 21 years serving this fine little town. You are lucky you have me as a attorney." The man chuckled and walked inside.
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Old Times Mean Good Times
Science FictionGrey Davis, local farm owner and lawyer that lives in Georgia, decides he no longer needs slaves and frees his. He hires some of them with good pay. He gets a client accused of robbing a plantation a mile away from his. In the courthouse strange thi...
