Date: Mon, 15 Aug 2022 21:16:28 -0400 From: James Karvonen Subject: Song of the Lonesome Steel Rails 3. 3. The county road became dusty and bumpy once the pavement ran out about five miles out of Middletown. Feeling really uncomfortable Bobby sat on a wooden seat in the back of the transfer vehicle which was, a 1930 Ford Model A, paddy wagon. He felt every bump and rut on the unpaved road that the paddy wagon was traveling over. Some of the bumps actually bounced him around on the long wooden bench in the back of the paddy wagon to the point where he was almost thrown off the wooden bench. At times it became hard to breath because of the clouds of dust coming up from the unpaved road beneath them that swirled around in the back of the paddy wagon. Adding to the misery and discomfort that Bobby was feeling before leaving Middletown, his wrists had been handcuffed together and were resting on his lap. Not only that but his ankles had been sshackled together as well making it almost impossible to move except with the bumps and ruts on the county road. Bobby was on his way too the Pine Island Industrial School, via Goshen New York, which was about ten miles east of Middletown. Two other boys from the Goshen City Jail were going to be picked up also, both going to Pine Island Industrial School for boys as well. There was really nothing for Bobby to do but watch the scenery pass by through the barred windows in the back of the paddy wagon as he bounced around on the hard wooden seat. It took about a half hour or so to reach Goshen, a town smaller then Middletown. The Model A paddy wagon puttered up into a small parking lot that that was located behind the Goshen City Jail finally coming to a stop. The officer driving the paddy wagon shut the motor off. He stayed in the drivers seat to watch Bobby while the other officer riding with him climbed out of the vehicle. He headed too the back door of the small brick jailhouse. Pushing a button he waited for someone inside the jailhouse to answer and open the door for him. When the door opened, the guard walked into the jailhouse. Bobby sat nervously on the wooden seat. Having no idea that they were going to pick up someone, he wondered who they were stopped. A few minutes later Bobby got his answer. The back door of the jailhouse opened and the officer and two guards from the jailhouse walked out with two prisoners who were shackled and handcuffed just like he was, shuffling between them. Getting a better look at the prisoners, he saw that there were two boys as well. One of the boys was a tall slender boy black boy dressed in stripes of the town jails uniform. The other boy was a small freckled face red haired boy who looked even younger then he was. The three guards escorted the two juveniles too the back of the paddy wagon. The door opened and the officers helped the two boys into the paddy wagon. "You got company boyo." The officer who left Middletown with him said. "Didn't think you be the only one going to Pine Island today, did you?" Once the two juvenile prisoners were in, the door was closed and locked from the outside. Then the two officers got together with the jailhouse guards, to exchange and sign the transfer sheet. The two boys that were just picked up from the Goshen City jail sat down on the hard bench facing of Bobby. At first nothing was said, just an exchange of looks. Finally the black boy asked."What's your name kid?" "Bobby, Bobby Rumph." Bobby stammered. "My name is Cledus but everyone who knows me calls me Sam. I don't like the name Cledus. That's a slave name and I be no slave. This here is Benny. He likes to be called Bean." "You're both going to Pine Island also, aren't you?" Bobby asked not really sure what to say. He hadn't been expecting anyone else to be going with him. "That's where we be going. How old are you Bobby?" Sam asked "Eleven, I'll be twelve next month." "I'm thirteen, Bean's ten. How much time you gotta do?" "The judge gave me three years." "Three years! Whatcha do?" "I tried to steal some food from a grocery store in Middletown." "And the judge gave you three years for that?" Sam asked. Bobby nodded. "That's bullshit. You must have had a hard line judge." "His name was Judge Huff." "Figures, I've heard about him. I have to spend the next five years at Pine Island, and even after I do my time after that, I might have to spend even more time at an adult prison. But that remains to be seen. It all depends on how I do at Pine Island." "What did you do to get that much time?" Bobby asked. Before Sam could answer, the paddy wagon cranked up. Making a puttering sound the paddy wagon backed up out of the parking lot and within seconds was rumbling down the narrow street in Goshen. "Well we're on our way. Pine Island here we come!" Sam shouted. Bean laughed. Bobby really didn't think it was all that funny. The last place he wanted to be to go too was Pine Island. If only he had thought twice about trying to steal that food, he probably wouldn't be in this paddy wagon right now. "You asked me about what I'm in for? Well I don't mind telling you. I raped a white girl, at least that's what the say I done. It wasn't really rape at all because the damn white girl wanted it. It happened last year about this time, when I was twelve. I lived in the black section of Goshen, across the railroad tracks. This white girl named Sarah would come around every now and then and hang out with us black boys at the city park near where I lived. She was a floozy if ever there was one. She was about sixteen years old and loved little black boys. Anyway I was playing ball with my friends at the park when she comes on over to me she looked at me and said that I was cute. Then she asks me if I want to have a little fun. Why she picked me out, I don't really know. Maybe I looked really cute to her or something. Bean laughed at Sam's comment. "You ain't cute, you're ugly." "Hey Bean, no comments from the peanut gallery. Let me tell Bobby my story. Anyway, where was I, oh she must have thought I was a little stud. A couple of my friends told me to go with her. They were older then me, like fourteen or fifteen. They told me that she likes little black boys and calls them her little chocolate bunnies. I was only twelve and had never been with a girl before so I figured this might be a whole new experience for me. I really didn't know what to expect But I was about to find out. They told me that they had been with her before and that she gave them a good time, so I says, Okay. She tells me too follow her, so we left the park together and walked about a quarter of a mile down this narrow cobblestone street. Not far away from the park there was an abandoned house. Come on, she tells me, so I followed her into the house. The inside of that house sure smelled bad, but I didn't say anything. I was really curious about what she was going to do with me. We go into this back room on the first floor where there was this old feather mattress lying on the floor. Now I really was getting a little nervous, because when there is a mattress on the floor and you're with this girl who was much older then you, it probably meant one thing, sex. Now I didn't know all that much about sex when I was twelve. I didn't even know about jacking off, but I did know about what a man and a woman would do together at night. Sometimes I would hear my mama and papa going at it, and once I even peaked into the bedroom to watch, but they caught me and my papa whipped my ass so hard with a belt that for a couple days I couldn't even sit down. But back to my story, the first thing she tells me is to take all my clothes off so that she could look her little chocolate bunny all over. I really didn't want to do that, but she insisted telling me that if I didn't do what she told me to do she would tell my friends that I was a sissy and didn't like girls. If that happened I wouldn't have any friends to play with when I went to the park so I had no choice but to do what she wanted me to do. So while Sarah watched I took off all my clothes and stood there butt ass naked in front of her. She tells me that I have a big cock for a for a boy my age who has no hair down there yet, then reaches down and starts playing with my cock and balls rubbing and flipping my cock up and down until I become hard. Now my cock gets even longer and thicker then it was before when she first saw it. She says I have to feel you in me, so what does she do, she starts taking off her clothes. When she was just as naked as I was all I could do was stare. Her tits were as big as cantaloupes centered by plump pink nipples. She had a thick vee of dark brown hair that covered her coochie. This was the first time I had ever seen a naked girl before in all my life. "I wish I would have been there." Bean cut in. "You wouldn't' know what to do." Sam laughed. "Anyway, I really didn't know what to do, but you can bet a wooden nickle, Sarah would show me and she did. She wanted me.to feel her tits and pinch her nipples first which I did. The were warm, plump and very soft. When I finished playing with her tits, she laid down on the mattress on her back, then spread her legs wide open for me until I could actually see her hot pink wet coochie. Then she motioned me to kneel down between her wide open legs, I did what she told me to do, then she reached down and took grasped my cock at the root with her thumb and three fingers guiding me right into her coochie. She was so hot and wet and my cock was slippery around my cockhead that I slid right in sinking all the way in balls deep until her coochie hair was mashing up against my lower belly. I felt her inner muscles clamp tightly around my cock. She slid both of her hands around my hips so she could cup and squeeze my ass cheeks with her hands pullng me upwards even deeper into her. When that happened I started fucking the hell out of her, even though I had never done anything like that before. It was as if nature had taken it's course showing me how to do it. It didn't' take all that long before I blew up deep in her. Boy did that feel good. When that happened she let out a little cry. Her inner muscles then started twitching around my impaled cock. After it was over she suddenly pushed me off of her then got up. I fell back against the mattress my cock now floppy and sticky. And then she screamed at me saying I squirted in her. I had no idea what she was talking about. She asked me, why I didn't tell her that I could squirt. If she had known that I could squirt she would have never let me fuck her. I didn't know that I could squirt, though when I nutted it sure felt as if something came out of me, but if something did come out, in her she sure must have felt it. She then said something getting pregnant, and that she had to go home and douche, whatever that was. We both got dressed she left me. I went back to the park. When I got back to the park, all my friends asked me if I had a good time. I told them that I did, and that was that. About five months later Sarah started showing a baby bump. That's when the police came and arrested me charging me for raping a white girl and making her pregnant. I told them that she started it but they didn't believe me. Besides the police would believe a white girl over a black boy any day of the week in this town. I was found guilty by the judge and spent three months in the Goshen jailhouse before they finally decided to transfer me to Pine Island, so here I am." Sam stated. "What about Sarah, did she have your baby?" Bobby asked. "I don't know, I never saw her again and I really don't care. If she did have my baby, at twelve I probably would be one of the youngest daddies in the State of New York." Sam chuckled. Listening to Sam's story took up quite a bit of time. Looking out one of the barred windows Bobby noticed that they were no longer in the town of Goshen, but were traveling once again in a rural section of New York composed mostly of farm land. The pavement ran out and once again the road they were traveling on was deeply rutted, making it a very bumpy ride again. They bounced around on the hard wooden bench in the back of the paddy wagon. "You want to hear my story?" Bean asked. "Alright, if you want to tell me." "I killed my step pappy." Bean blurted out. "What?" Bobby said, surprised that a cute angeletic looking red haired, freckled face ten year old would actually be capable of murder. "I killed my step pappy because he deserved a killing. The judge gave me eight years at Pine Island. Won't leave that place until I turn eighteen, and even then I'll probably be on probation for the rest of my life. My real daddy died in 1926 four years after I was born.He fought in the great war in 1917 and was gassed by the Germans.That gas affected his lungs and he developed some type of lung disease. That lung disease was what killed him seven years later. In 1927 ma remarried. My step pappy's name was Bill. Things seem to go alright for the first couple of years. And then the great depression hit, and Bill lost his job. After that happened Bill started getting mean with me, my sister and especially ma. He would do odd and end jobs, but a lot of the money that he earned Bill would spend on illegal alcohol and whiskey. Usually when he drank he would get meaner then a rattlesnake. "But why did you kill your step pappy?" Bobby asked. "He was a son of a bitch, and would beat my mama, sometimes for no reason when he got drunk. Then when he finished beating my mama he would come and beat me or my little sister Jenny. He gave Jenny a black eye and a bloody nose once. Jenny was only seven when he did that, and I was nine. He said he could do that because we wasn't his children, and because we wasn't his children he could do whatever he wanted to do to with us. But that's not the worst thing that son of a bitch done to us. The worst thing he done to us was what made me kill him." "What did he do?" Bobby asked. "It happened about three months ago. He drank some really hard whiskey that he brought after he did some carpentry work in Campbell Hall and came drunk like he usually would do when he drank that stuff. I was in bed and so was my sister, Because we lived in a small two bedroom house we slept in the same room together. When he came back from the honky tonk he went into ma's bedroom and they got into an argument. I don't know what it was all about but they were cussing and screaming at each other. Jenny woke up and she started crying when she heard Bill and ma arguing with each other like they were doing. And then I heard a slap followed by a scream. I knew Bill was beating ma again, only this time instead of letting it happen, I decided to do something about it. I went into my closet and grabbed my baseball bat. I left my sister in the bedroom then walked to the other bedroom where Bill was still beating on my ma. I opened the door and carrying my baseball bat headed straight for the bed where my ma and Bill were. They were both naked and Bill was on top of my mother slapping and punching her. "Leave my mother alone!" I shouted. Bill turned and face me I was about to swing my baseball bat to knock his head off if I could, but despite being drunk he was fast. Before I could even swing the bat, he jumps out of the bed, grabs the bat and pulls the bat out of my hands. He throws the bat to the floor then grabs my arm and drags me over to the bed, throwing me onto the bed next to my mother. "So you think you're a man now huh? Well let's see how much of a man you are! You're going to fuck your ma while I watch!" He shouted. Ma quickly covered me with her nude body to protect me. I could feel her large tits and nipples pressing against me. "No!" she cried out. "Leave my little boy alone!" But Bill he don't listen. He grabs my mother and pulls her off of me, then throws her to the floor. He balls up his fists and was about ready to hit me." Bobby noticed tears welling up in Bean's eyes. He was really getting emotional telling him his story, Bobby thought. "Tell him what happened after that." Sam said. " Instead he slaps me across the face real hard stunning me, then grabbed the only thing I was wearing, my undershorts then tears them completely off my body leaving me lying there butt ass naked . By this time ma had managed to get up. She jumps on Bill's back to try and pull him off of me, but he just throws her back onto the bed next to me. Crying we both fell into each others arms hugging each other tightly. We were both crying because he was being so rough with us. He says to me again, "So you think you're a man now, well let's see how much of a man you are!" He grabbed me pulling me away from my mother's embrace. It was then that I noticed that his cock was rock hard, long, thick, and veiny. That scared me more then anything else seeing it like that. He curls his left arm around my chest squeezing my body tightly against him to the point where I could actually feel his hard cock pressing upwards along the deep crack between my ass cheeks. He pressed his other hand firmly against my stomach just over my belly button then slides it down over my lower stomach to cover my cock and balls with the palm of his hand. He starts rubbing, grinding and fondling my cock and balls while my mother who was watching kept crying and begging for him to stop. She was too weak to do anything so she couldn't help me at all. He was being gentle not rough as when he fondled me. Even though I was scared, what he was doing to me was actually beginning to feel good, kind of warm and tingly. It didn't take all that long before my own cock got hard. I couldn't stop it from getting like that. After my cock was hard, he grasped the shaft beneath the head with his thumb and forefinger and started rubbing it up and down. By now I had stopped crying and just froze there not moving as he was doing that. After a few minutes he released the grip that he had around my boner then pushes me back against my mother until once again we were in each others arms. He then tells me to fuck her. He warned me saying that if I didn't do it he would beat both of us within an inch of our lives. I didn't' know what to do. I could feel my hard cock pushing through the hair around my mothers coochie then felt my cockhead touching the hot moist slit. I was so scared, but what could I do. If I didn't do what my step pappy told me to do, he would beat me and my mother and I didn't want that to happen so starts to hunch in and out, not really knowing what I was doing. And while I was doing that my step pappy stood over us while me and my ma were doing it and started jacking off while he watched. After a minute or two I felt something warm and slimy splatter on my back. By now I couldn't' do it anymore. As nervous as I had been I had gone soft in her. I pulled out hoping my step pappy wouldn't beat me and my mother anymore. My step pappy seemed satisfied so he grabbed my arm and pulled me off the bed onto the floor. He told me to leave, so I did. Running out of the bedroom I slammed the door behind me. I hurried back to the room having already decided, that at the first opportunity that came up that I would kill my step pappy for what he did to me and my mother. But how I would kill him I hadn't decided. He would never do anything like that again to my mother and me. Three days later that opportunity came up. I came home from school and standing behind the trunk of a large oaktree so that I was out of sight, saw that he was cleaning his gun.which was an old colt 45. The gun had once belonged to his grandfather who had been the sheriff in Laredo Texas back in 1898. His grandfather passed it down to his father, and in turn his father had passed down to him. It was one of his most prized possessions, and it still worked. Every now and then he would load the cylinder with six bullets and do some target practicing in the back yard shooting tin cans off of a tree stump. After he married my mother, he showed me how to load and shoot it and even let me shoot it a couple of times. That was before he had became mean to my mother and I. Anyway to make long story short, I watched him load the gun. Then he sat the gun down on the backyard wooden chair that he had been sitting in and walked to the nearby tool shed in our backyard to get something. He wasn't aware that I had been watching. That was the opportunity that I wanted. I darted out from behind the tree and grabbed the gun. It was pretty heavy but I could handle it. I handled it before and I knew that I could handle it again. I checked the cylinder to make sure there were bullets in the chambers. There were. Then I watched as my step pappy came out of the toolshed. He stopped short when he saw the gun in my hand. "Put the gun down!" My step daddy tells me. I ignored him. He starts walking towards me. I raise the gun pointing it at him. He tells me to put the gun down again as he comes closer and closer to me. I start to tremble. "Put the gun down!" he shouts one last time. He was about fifteen feet from me. It was then that I pulled the trigger. The shot rang out loud as the first bullet hit him in the chest. He paused momentarily then staggered. A blossom of blood seeped through the shirt that he was wearing. I shot him again, this time the bullet hitting his stomach. Then he fell to the ground. I heard someone screaming from the house next door. With tears streaming down my face I shot him one last time, in the stomach. He falls over and didn't move after that. I knew he was dead and I was glad. After what he had done to us over the last year or so he deserved what he got. My mother comes running out of the house towards me, shouting, no, no! It was then that I dropped the gun, and ran over to my mother crying. My neighbor who saw me shoot my step pappy called the police. I was arrested after that for first degree murder with intent. So here I am, going to Pine Island with you guys. It looks like I'll be at Pine Island for along time." Bobby didn't know what to think about Bean's story. And here he was going to Pine Island for three years for a non violent crime. It didn't make sense. But being only eleven years old he did not really understand how the law operated. They continued to rock and roll on the rural back road that ran between Goshen and Pine Island. It was a slow ride to say the least. How far Pine Island was from Goshen Bobby had no idea. He just wished that they would hurry up and get there. Right now his wrists and ankles ached from the metal handcuffs digging into his wrists and ankle irons that he was wearing. Sam and Bean seemed to be dozing off while the paddy wagon rocked and bounced along the rural road. Dozing off was something that he could not do right now. He was too nervous about going to Pine Island and what he had heard about Pine Island from other inmates when he was in jail to even think about dozing off. As they were moving along Bobby noticed that they were on a road that was parallel to railroad tracks. He wondered what railroad that was. Apparently the railroad ran between Goshen and Pine Island. He would see the tracks every now and then then the tracks would disappear behind woods or hills, only to reappear. And then Bobby heard a distant whistle that echoed, coming from the south. A train was coming. Hopefully Bobby would find out what the railroad was that they were following. Once again the tracks appeared paralleling the road. The whistle was louder, as the train approached various grade crossings. He stared out the barred window waiting for the train to appear. Sure enough the paddy wagon slowed down finally coming to a stop. The railroad crossed the road at an angle. Bobby noticed the wooden diamond shaped railroad crossing sign that said in bold black letters against a white background, 'RAILROAD CROSSING. STOP, LOOK, LISTEN,'and on the wooden crossbar at the center of the diamond 'WATCH OUT FOR THE CARS.' The whistle was really loud, two long blasts followed by one short blast, then one last long blast. The whistle was so loud that it woke Bean and Sam up from the little nap that they were trying to take. The locomotive appeared. It had a 2-8-2 wheel arrangement. Smoke and steam clouded the sky and drifted into the back of the paddy wagon as it chuffed across the grade crossing causing them to cough a little. On the tender behind the huffing and puffing steam locomotive Bobby noticed the name of the railroad. It read, Lehigh & New England, a railroad that Bobby wasn't all that familiar with because it didn't run through Middletown. The train was moving slow so Bobby knew that the train was probably pulling a heavy load. And sure enough it was. It was a loaded coal train, all the cars filled with coal. On the sides of the cars Bobby read, the name of the railroad again, Lehigh & New England. Bobby made a habit of counting the cars that clattered by. He use to do that when he watched freight trains passing through Middletown on both the Erie Railroad and the New York, Ontario, and Western Railroad. This particular train had sixty three coal cars all loaded with coal. Finally the wooden red caboose passed by. The show was finally over. The paddy wagon slowly clammered across the railroad tracks. Five minutes later the arrived at the Pine Island Industrial School for Boys. The first thing that Bobby noticed were the acre's and acre's of cabbage and potato fields all fenced in with barbed wire fences. There were also distant corn fields. Not only was Pine Island an industrial school but it was also a farm. And then he saw the water tower that towered over several ancient looking red brick buildings. The grey metal riveted tank of the water tower had Pine Island written on it. The whole compound was surrounded by a chain wire fence with coils barbed wire on top of the fence making it almost impossible for someone who was trying to escape to climb over. The paddy wagon turned off the rural county road onto another road that led to a gate. They had to wait in front of the gate for a good ten minutes before the gate finally slid open. Puttering through the gate the paddy wagon had to stop at another gate while the gate that they had just passed through closed. Two correctional officers checked the paddy wagon over looking under the vehicle then spent another five minutes talking to the officers who had had just driven them to Pine Island. Some forms were signed, then finally the second gate opened allowing them to pass through. The paddy wagon finally pulled in front of an old stone building that had a sign above a large front door that read, INTAKE. They had finally arrived at Pine Island Industrial School for Boys.......