The Son Of A Sharecropper

<p>I stood slowly and peeked through the rows of cotton but saw nothing. And then I heard her laugh and I knew it was Jessie. What was she doing hiding in the cotton field next to the creek. Then I heard another voice that of a man.<br />I was sweating profusely. My heart was racing. Jessie was hiding deep in the cotton patch with a man.<br />The snake was a copperhead one of many in the river bottom. This one was slithering down the row toward me less than eight feet away. I yelled something and bolted upright and ran through a couple of cotton rows and fell. I hit the ground and heard someone rushing through the stalks. He was upon me before I could move his knee in my chest the switchblade an inch from my nose. <br />"You spying on me you little shit?" he said.<br />Sweat poured from his chin dripped into my eyes and burned. I was scared to death.<br />"You ain't tellin' anybody what you seen are you boy?" he warned<br />I shook my head no; I couldn't speak. Then I realized my whole body was shaking trembling in fear.</p>