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Bayou Babe
by Imari Jade
Sugar and Spice Press
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First published in 2010
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Bayou Babe
by Imari Jade
Bayou Babe
Imari Jade
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Copyright (C) April 2010, Imari Jade
Cover art by Anastasia Rabiyah (C) April 2010
ISBN 978-1-936110-68-1
This is a work of fiction. All characters and events
portrayed in this novel are fictitious or used fictitiously. All
rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book, or
portions thereof, in any form.
Sugar and Spice Press
North Carolina, USA
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Bayou Babe
by Imari Jade
Chapter One
The sound of the drums led him away from his stalled car
and down the lone dark stretch of road. The rhythm pounded
a haunting and mesmerizing tune unlike anything he'd heard
before. A bongo beat riveted through his body as he walked.
He continued to a clump of woods that ordinarily he wouldn't
dare venture into but his curious nature often talked his mind
into doing foolish things. A big white barn appeared, sheltered
beneath the limbs of old gnarled oak trees that seemed to
touch the sky. The moon and billions of stars illuminated the
structure.
A young black woman, dressed in white appeared and
walked toward the barn. He could not see her face clearly
from where he stood but she held her head high and proud
like a Nubian princess. Long braided plaits hung down her
back and peeped from beneath a red bandana tied around her
forehead. She was a delightful sight at two in the morning.
Her lithe body and graceful walk reminded him of a wood
nymph frolicking in a forest. The sight held him captivated
and enchanted until she disappeared beyond the barn door.
Langston scanned the area for a few minutes, just listening to
the music and waiting for someone one else to appear. He
stepped from behind the tree once satisfied no one would
jump out at him. He walked over to the side of the barn and
peeped through one of the windows. There were twenty
white-dressed African Americans inside. He looked around for
the young woman. He had to get a good look at her. He
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