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Who can steal the sunrise and wipe away your grin make you wish that you could scrub away your darker skin the Shadow man the Shadow mankind the Shadow man can cause he cheats out everyone and makes the world not good. You've almost arrived at the crossroads. Stay tuned.
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For the ones who get it done. Clarksdale, Ms. 1921 Little Bobby was just 8 years old when he discovered that sometimes with the grown folk, if you're quiet, if you stay in a corner, if you look really close at the floor or the wall, even your own shoes, they will talk like you're not even there. Invisible. And this evening, when his mama sinks her voice down low, that's when Bobby's hearing leans in. Mama tells Hattie, don't you go out there. Not for love, not for money, not for nothing. But baby, baby, if you do go, don't you be late. Don't touch nothing he give you let's him be exactly what you want Only thing he want is whatever you can't give. Bobby's still invisible still as a secret don't you go there Hattie, don't do it. Hattie's face set and that look you get when you ain't gonna cry no more Cause crying time is over. Howdy, you hear me? Bobby bumped a fork off the table and it tinkled on the floor. Mama's head snapped back Invisible no more Boy care your black behind Outside. Stop sneaking round. Yes'm. Papa walks real slow toward the door. Still listening now, Hattie gotta bring him something. Something nice. Make him think it's the most important thing you got. Bobby never asked why Hattie didn't come around no more for his 15th birthday, running back home from Mr. Cooper's field. There wasn't a cake, no wrapping paper, and just when the grin was leaving his face he looked at his pallet on the floor. And right on top, still in the not new Montgomery Ward box, lay a wooden six string guitar saying one had been sitting in the display case at the Jones General Store for over two years now. Shocked, he turned toward his mother to see her smiling back at him. Gon be your ticket, Bobby. I know it. Every night he plucked and picked and strummed and slapped and knocked until one night the G string snap. He tied it back together as best he could till it broke again and again. Then he just started over, learning to play with five strings, then four, three fingers sliding up and down till three strings wailed like six. Figured once harvest time come, he could purchase more. Mama loved hearing him play. She'd stomp her feet, clap her hands. That's your ticket. When she took sick he played for her, sometimes pressing wet towels on her burning forehead, sometimes strumming a song she might like. First she snapped her fingers to hiss time. Then she didn't. Two strings left. On the third night Bobby made himself look at her full on, shrunken, tiny, shivering. Underneath every blanket they own eyes squeezed shut, mumbling to someone he couldn't see and he couldn't figure another way. Bobby kissed her on the forehead, set his jaw like Hattie'd done all those years back and took the only thing he owned beside the clothes on his back, a guitar bought with long hours under the Mississippi sun. She said it was his ticket off the plantation because her dreams were always bigger than his. The dreamtime was over. He stepped out into the night and pressed the door closed behind his walk turned into a run. Can't be late. The way looked different at night. Moon shadows swept the gravel road past row after row of devil's weed. He ran and ran and finally came to the place where his road intersected with the other. There he stood, right in the middle, the center, like he'd heard her tell person after person to never do. Then he whispered the words she told person after person to never say. Starlight shone bright enough to read by no one for miles down either stretch of the road. Then hello. Bobby spun round to see the Shadow man walking toward him. Only thing kept him from screaming was his mission. Yes. Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Said my mama's sick. Doctor might have some medicine for to make it better. Baba kept his head down. Don't look in his eyes, only take what you come for. I brought you my guitar and trade. It's a fine guitar. It's real fine. Real fine. Bobby lifted the instrument out of the cardboard box he still carried it in, held it out to the man. Just ain't sprangin, is all. Thought maybe he might have some medicine and trade. Bobby felt the instrument lifted from his hands. Then the man, like he was testing the quality, like he was weighing the terms. He beat on the guitar like a drum. Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow pow. Started tuning it to a scale that Bobby didn't know, tapping in strange stretching notes. High, low, low, high, high, low. Wails, screeches, grinds. I thought you might have some medicine. The man played wild, frenetic, howling, shrieks. Bobby's guitar calling angels and demons and sorrow and pain and mercy and lashes and cotton and chains and fire and the man stopped. He held the guitar out. Bobby snatched it back. It wasn't till he saw the man's eyes did the horror come. A million times she'd said it don't touch nothing he give you. This is what you came for. The man smiled. No, sir. I come from medicine. The man turned away. I need medicine for my mama. The road sat empty, quiet except for the buzz of the crickets, and they grew silent as well. He looked down and stumbled back. Six gleaming red strings shown fire from the guitar. And even as he wanted to throw it down, he held it close. Back down the road, past the field to the shack where he'd left her, shivering just a few hours before and terrified, he cracked open her door. Darkness. Stillness. Then boy. Mama boy. But what did you do? He saw her, both upright on the side of her bed, desperate, searching for his eyes. Then horrified when she saw him clutching the guitar. He touched it, didn't he? He touched it. Bobby couldn't answer, couldn't even look at her yet. Take it back, boy. Take it back. He just strung it from his all. He just gimme the strings. He don't give nothing, baby. He takes. He saw her, dude, cheeks flushed, eyes bright. Medicine. That's what he called a guitar now. Medicine. He knew the price. She did too. Smash it, baby. It's gonna kill you. Smash it. But Bobby couldn't do that because that would kill her instead, there in the dark, it called to him and he reached for it and he played as she wept, his fingers sliding up and down the blood red strings. It growled low and hungry like a living thing, breathing, laughing, spitting some of his life for hers. Tasted like a pretty good deal. Please, please smash it baby. It will kill you. Even as he felt the darkness like a drug, he felt too, the thrill, the magic, the herd, the growl, the wolf. Don't worry, Mama, Bobby smiled, fingers dancing down the glimmering strings. Worry cause I ain't dead yet. Tis the season today. The very first step of a spook journey like no other. The Crossroads. Be careful what you ask for, because the crossroads. Start now.
