THE SPIRIT OF AMOS GODFREY
Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.
– Excerpt from Strange Fruit by Abel Meeropol
- The Four Black Horsemen
In my life I was called Amos Godfrey. I have existed alone in this “ghost town” as you call it for 133 years; Wind River, Kansas. I am the one who single-handedly made it a “ghost town”. I was righteous but I took vengeance into my own hands and I knew it and this is my fate.
I was the son of a freed slave. My father had been educated by his guilty Master. Me and my three sons, Yonah, Micha, and Zechariah, were working our way west from South Carolina. I…
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