Corry pulled the gun out of his backpack looking at the wood glow in the sun. He turned around and asked John if it was loaded, he quickly said, “Do you think I’m dumb? Would I carry around a loaded gun?” John says with a grimy smirk on his face. Corry lifted the shiny, red, six-shooter up, still cautious and stared at John. Corry was scared. What if it was loaded, and he did not know it? John leaned up against the brick wall with a look on his face that said hurry up; so Corry pulled the trigger, pretending to shoot at the trashcan. When he pulled his finger back all the way on the trigger of the gun, his thoughts were stopped by the crash of the trashcan flying back into the wire fence. Just then, the woman who lived in …show more content…
Corry Bernshaw and John Williams lived in Newport News, Virginia. The two boys had known each other for twelve years. Corry was sixteen and John seventeen. Corry was tall, with blonde hair and brown eyes. He was shy and sensible. John on the other hand had black hair and green eyes; he was quite witty and opinionated. Corry lived with his mother and John lived with his father, but neither of their homes supported slavery.
About a month ago Corry and John had gotten in major trouble in town. They accidently fired off a gun at a trashcan, and the woman next door turned them in to the town sheriff, who punished them by giving them jobs at the railroad. Soon after that they got jobs at the Oak Stop railroad. Every day from 5:00 am to 3:00 pm they sweated out long afternoons of hard work. Each day they would walk down the tracks looking for the places where the rusty ties had degenerated from the poles holding the railroad together. They would always have a hammer which they used to push the loose poles back …show more content…
He looked about him at the roots and brush, trying to spot the splintery handles of his hammer. With it nowhere to be seen, he began to beat rapidly through the bushes. His hands got cut with each stroke. Eventually he stood up, his whole body ached. He wanted to go back up and tell Corry. Corry always had good ideas, but he was already in enough trouble as it was, and if he lost the spot what would happen then? So he walked up to the top of the hill and looked down. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a large black object he thought to his self, “That must be it”. He cautiously slid down the hill to where he saw the object. As he got nearer he saw that it was much rounder than a hammer and wider than a handle. John was curious to find out what it was, so he picked it up anyways. Whatever it was, it was long and heavy and he could not manage to move it