KKK Killers

The Aftermath

Nehemiah stood silently while his parents examined him. 

The blood from his hands and dagger slowly crawled from his hands and hit the floor. A pool began to form and he was worried what they were going to say.

In spite of all the things he thought his parents would say. They just told him to wash up and put on some warm dry clothes.

He did this quickly, and set aside the dagger in his secret hiding spot. He did this because if anyone were to find the dagger and recognize it, his family would see their end.

Nehemiah came back to their shack in which he called home, and received his supper. He was not surprised all though, that his parents were dead silent during supper and before bed. His parents wished him a good night half-heartily, which he knew they didn't know it.

Right when his parents were sleeping, or so he thought. He quietly crept to the barn where he had his dagger stashed. Inside it was dark and eerie looking.

He closed the door and it made a loud bang. A lantern was lit, but it wasn't Nehemiah. It was some one else.

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Nehemiah started to wake up. He had became unconscious when he saw the lantern lit, and fell in the hay that was laid in the horse stall. 

He was glad when he had woken up, because he thought it was a KKK member. Luckily it was Grandpa Jones. Now Grandpa Jones was a popular man in our town, he taught Jose and I how to fight. He also was part of the Civil War, part of the Buffalo Regiment. He also was known for his mysterious ways that nobody knew of.

Anyways, good thing it was Grandpa Jones. He was here to teach me another lesson about using the dagger. He also surprised me with a sniper rifle. He said that if were to become good with this, the KKK would be extinct.

This lightened me up, and I began to listen more attentively.

He showed me the stock, butt, muzzle, ammunition, and also the most important thing the scope.

Now I liked this scope, and most likely this is why Grandpa Jones put this one on. I like the cross hair scopes, which make me most accurate with my shots. When I practiced in the woods with the other scopes it was not the same. Grandpa Jones knew that I am dead on with the cross hair scope.

Grandpa added quickly before I loaded the ammunition that I can't shoot it. I was sad, but then I realized that he was right. My parents would be extremely upset and the KKK would know that it was I who killed one of their leaders.

Grandpa showed my some more moves, and then I grabbed my dagger and brought it with me back to my room. I brought the dagger with me in case one of those evil hooded men decided to give me a visit during the night.

I couldn't sleep, I was afraid.