Lightnin’ was your friend, for a while, if you wanted to roll the bones.

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Up ahead,there is a line of people. They are standing abnormally close to one another. When the chartreuse caravan gets closer to the scene, the sun reflects on the chains that bind the legs of the black men.Amos Milburn reaches down onto the seat of the Cadillac. When he pulls alongside the road gang, he casually flips a pack of cigarettes to the prisoners.He tosses some money.He winks slyly.The bus and the car roll on.The white men with shotguns stare:it is not often they see a black man go by in a chartreuse Caddy,his hair slicked back and a big diamond on his finger.