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    The Dead Alligator on Gunther Road
    The Dead Alligator on Gunther Road
    The Dead Alligator on Gunther Road
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    The Dead Alligator on Gunther Road

    By Delores Cremm

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    Curiosity through a child's eyes present wonderment and danger in mid-1960 of a rural community in Ohio, when treacherous acts of hatred inflicts inhuman treatment on innocent victims by imprisonment and treated like animals. Valerie Baxter tells her story of being captured and nearly becoming a victim of slave trades in 1965, a hundred years after the abolish of slavery. The turn of events changes her life forever as the story unfolds a hellhole filled with children sick and dying in deplorable conditions in preparation of being sold to work in cotton fields in hidden areas of the Deep South.

    With the aid of neighbors, Valerie escapes her captors and help free other small victims held in captivity but only to discover the legal system in the United States pertaining to the African American population is an unjust law.

    Narration of The Dead Alligator on Gunther Road convey authenticity of classic Midwest African American dialect.
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    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDelores Cremm
    Release dateSep 20, 2016
    ISBN9781310312281
    The Dead Alligator on Gunther Road
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    Delores Cremm

    Born and raised in Dayton Ohio Currently working on BS of Accounting Studied Creative Writing at Sinclair Community College My work in progress: - Vengeance-Book 3 In The Vanderhault Saga - Fall of Devine Book 4 In The Vanderhault Saga - Loving you (Memoir of being in love with an Intersex) - Maddy Akers - Amazon's of Landis ( Erotica) -The Hem-Hem Man (Crime and Mystery) - Going Blind (Thriller) - Don't ask Don't Tell (Fictional Memoir of Andy Mcguire)

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      The Dead Alligator on Gunther Road - Delores Cremm

      The Dead Alligator on Gunther Road

      By Delores Cremm

      SMASHWORD EDITION

      Copyright © 2016 by Delores Cremm

      This book is the work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events are entirely coincidental.

      Chapter one

      Missing child

      Peoples call me Valley, but my real name is Valerie Anne Baxter. Living in Minifield Ohio on the Stewart Street Bottom was simple times for us, Mama, Mister Joe, my brother Arnie and me. I was 10-years old in the summer of 1965 and it’s funny how some things stay on your mind, images of old wrecked cars, Cracker Jacks, penny candy and the smell of spam cooking. The ones I remember most is the dead alligator in a yard on Gunther Road of an old ran down shack that set on the corner of Burges Street and Gunther, my captivity and the missing children that year.

      I can't say every house in our neighborhood was a picture from Better Homes and Gardens cause most of the houses on the Bottom was run down shacks, cept a few, like Miz Maybelle, ours and the Hamilton’s. This one seemed shabbier, cause it had a rotten gator in the yard. The thang was almost big as me, around 4 feet long with bulging eyeballs and a knife stuck threw its body. I ain’t sure how it got there but I think the peoples who killed it might have wanted to scare us from going in the yard or something, but us kids would tell anybody who listened about it.

      That particular summer, my Auntie Betty and her children were visiting cause my Uncle Louis went off to work for the coalmines in Kentucky. Mister Joe joked bout him going off to git himself hung cause white peoples didn't take kindly to colored folks in the South, specially not in the hills. Uncle Louis say, hell workin' in the mines everybody end up the same color, so who be able to tell. Mister Joe tell him, he nappy ass head would give em away.

      Course my cousins, Calvin and Della was the first to hear about that old reptile with a dagger in its body. We never went in the yard not even on a dare no matter what wealth you could git from it. That old building itself had vines growing up the side with dead leaves. Everything about that house seem dead and for some strange reason, the full moon always shined brighter over it and for me personally, I'd walk blocks out of the way to avoid passing it cause our neighborhood store set catty-corner to the house and I didn't like passing it by myself. I hated seeing dead things when I was little and I certainly didn't like the looks of that old gator rotting out, it was nastier too see than roadkill.

      Every Saturday evening, my brother Arnie and he friend Moochie would git all the kidz in the neighborhood to go see the gator display. Sometimes, eight or more kidz come cause no one dared to go at it alone. They'd pay Arnie and Moochie 2 pennies up to a nickel depending on the place they had in line and my cousins and me went for free. Every Saturday fore it got dark, the tour started and we all gather with Arnie and Moochie on they paper bullhorns traveling down Burges to Gunther Road.

      I remember this time Sabrina Watson was with us. Funny how I ain’t thought about that girl in years cause Sabrina was a shy mousy little thing that everybody picked on cause she always smelt like chicken doo-doo from cleaning the coupes as her daily chore. Peoples never talked to her but she had 2 pennies and Moochie say, her a payin' customer.

      We all assembled like usual that evening, Alice, Buddy, Black Jim, White Jim, his sister Jolene, Ralphie boy, Cecil, Sabrina, my cousins and me.

      We gotta bic crowd tonight, Moochie say in his bullhorn. Wit a nickel you kin stand by me," he hollered.

      "Ain’t fer, Moochie, Jolene liller den everybody, White Jim say. All she got is two pennies and if

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