Hello Sup Forums, I you guys like stories

Hello Sup Forums, I you guys like stories
Well I have one
This story is about a sheriff who lived in Tennessee during the great depression and prohibition
My great-great-grandfather Josiah
His story has been passed down the generations and I figure I'd pass it on to you guys
I'll start the story when he was young

>They year is 1897
>Josiah is about 16
>Dad is a farmer
>Mother is a housewife
>They're both in their late 40s
>One day Josiah and his dad are chopping firewood
>They hear his mother scream
>They rush back to the house to find the woman sitting in a chair with a black eye, crying
>"A man came in here hit me and stole all our money!"
>Before anyone could say anything, Josiah grabs his fathers' rifle and rides a horse bareback down the road
>He rushes down the road for half an hour and finds no one
>He then comes across a man trying to get his horse to cross a stream
>Josiah approaches the man
>"Did you see a man come down this way Mister?"
>"N-no no one but me."
>The man has a small wooden chest under his arm

Cont.

Shit dude, pure freedom in every word user

>It's the same wooden chest Josiahs' family stores valuables in
>'What's in the box Mister?"
>No response
>"What's in that there box Mister."
>"None of your business."
>The man is panicking, continuing to struggle with his horse
>Josiah aims his rifle at the man
>"Give me the box Mister."
>The man puts the box on the ground and raises his hands
>Josiah was a hot-headed man, and liked conflict, he wasn't going to let the man off so easy
>He was also poor, and the man having stolen all their money, would have surely put them out of a home
>"Now say your prayers' and ask god for forgiveness."
>Man gets on his knees
>"Then, I'm gonna shoot you."

Tbh it would seem fun to be in his time period.
Cheers Josiah!

Damn Josiah doesn't fuck around user

>The man is on his knees
>hands clasped together in prayer
>"Oh Lord, please forgive me for stealing this here box, an-an-and ac-costing that Lady."
>Pause
>Josiah pulls back the hammer
>"Ah, L-lord I-I'm sorry for killing that man, a-and I'm sorry for killin' his wife. Please forgive me Lord f-for I have sinned."
>another pause
>Josiah prepares to take the man's life

Don't keep me in suspense dadd- I mean user

>"OH LORD! I'm sorry for lusting after me brother's wife. Forgive me oh god for stealing from the church! I am a sinner and I beg for your forgiveness."
>The man continues to stall for what little time he has left
>"Lord hear me and forgive me for fightin' in the war and killin' men. I'm sorry for killin' that dog."
>His prayer's get more and more specific and detailed
>Josiah catches on that the man is simply stalling
>He begins to laugh
>Lowers the gun
>The man is just kneeling there, left in confusion
>"Sir, I will let you live."
>The man sighs in relief
>"But if I ever see you again, I will kill you."
>The man nods "Sorry sir, thank ye sir, I'll be leaving now sir."
>The man rides away, and Josiah never sees him again

Now I'm going to skip several years into the future and it's about 1905 now and Josiah is a deputy

>Rural Tennessee doesn't see that much crime
>Occasionally there's a robbery or murder
>But it is usually quiet
>Josiah had also become a bit of a gun fanatic at this point and had bought his service revolver himself
>He liked it so much he bought 3 and carried all 3 to work
>He was disappointed that he never got to use them though
>Tonight, however, would be different

Oh shit the colts, this is getting good

Type faster OP

>Josiah is on patrol one late afternoon
>He hears a commotion coming from one of the local bars
>he goes to investigate
>He finds that a bar fight had broken out
>He enters the bar and the place is in utter chaos
>Chairs have been flipped, beer had been spilled all over the floor, and many laid unconscious one the floor
>Josiah pulled out his first revolver
>He aimed straight up and fired a shot
>Suddenly the bar had gone quiet, all eyes were on Josiah
>Josiah aims again, but this time at a slight angle
>BANG
>He aims again, a little lower this time
>BANG
>Josiah continues to do this, everso slightly changing his aim with each shot
>He runs out of bullets and draws his second revolver
>BANG
>A light had been shot out
>BANG
>A picture fell from its place on the wall
>BANG BANG BANG BANG
>He was out again
>He draws his third revolver
>This time he aims right above the bar patrons heads, who are in shock at Josiahs actions
>Six shots rang out
>He holsters his weapon
>All bar patrons are now lying stomach down on the floor, fingers in their ears
>Josiah then simply closes the door, and walks home

Josiah you fucking badass, I wish I could meet you!

Now I'm skipping directly into his prohibition days. Josiah is about 40 at this point, and is a full sheriff and had been for 8 years

This story should show that he had a sfot spot in his heart

>Winter of 1922
>2 years into prohibition
>what was once a peaceful Appalachian town
>Is still a peaceful Appalachian town
>But with moonshiners
>One day he gets word that an Irishman is running an illegal distillery in the Smokey mountains
>Josiah gets on a horse and rides to the suspected distillery location alone
>He spends three days in the mountains looking for the distillery
>Winters in Tennessee are cold
>Winters in the Tennessee mountains are meat freezers
>He spends three days battling the wilderness in order to find an illegal whiskey distillery
>On the third day he sees a fire in the distance
>He approaches

Josiah you're my hero.
Mcree Amit got shit on you.

Ain't not Amit fuckin auto correct

that loyalty to his town's fucking badass,fuck you for having a epic story about your ancestors

>It begins to snow heavily as he approaches the location of the fire
>As he gets closer the silhouette of a shack appears
>He draws his gun and cocks the hammer
>He is now within about 20 feet of the shack
>A man bursts outside the shack with an axe
>"And who the feck are ye? Feck off!"
>"Are you Jameson?" The name of the suspected perp
>"ye, and whats it to you?"
>"I'm Josiah the county sheriff, drop your axe and come with me peacefully or I'll have to kill you."
>"Oh shite," said Jameson, dropping his axe "W-well come on in Sheriff it's mighty cold, we can head out when the snow stops."
>Jameson had suddenly become more friendly
>Josiah follows him in, gun trained on him

Fuck what happens next OP?

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>Once inside Jameson goes to a wardrobe
>Josiah raises his gun
>"DON"T MOVE."
>Jameson backs away, coat in hand
>"Just grabbin' me coat sheriff, it is mighty, mighty cold out tonight."
>"Who the 'ell is this man?" said a bitter female voice
>"He's the sheriff, I'm afraid i've been got Martha."
>Josiah was silent
>The woman, Martha, was standing behind a long dinner table
>Around the table on small wooden stools sat seven young children

Oh shit!

Bump

>Josiah lowered his gun
>"Sheriff?" said Jameson
>Josiah leaves the shack and returns back to town a day later
>Once back at his office he falsifies a police report
>If Jameson were ever to be caught again, or for Josiah to be found falsifying a report, he'd lose his job and be sent to jail himself
>Josiah had willingly put his livelihood on the line so another man may feed his children

He story doesn't end there, it only gets better

Funny how moon shining was illegal because beer and wine were the drink of the devil, and yet there were plenty of moonshiners who did it because it was there lively hood before it was illegal.

>Mcree

Dont you mean McREEEE

The next year of 1923 was entirely quiet and Jameson was never caught, he was assumed to have relocated his entire family

>Now it's Spring 1924
>4 years into prohibition
>Another report of a suspected moonshiner
>This time from a farm owned by a family who had settled the land before the Civil War
>Josiah rides out once again
>He arrives at the farm, walks up the front porch, and knocks on the front door
>A young man answers
>"Howdy Sheriff! Fine day we're having."
>"Yes, fine day, fine day."
>"To what do I owe the pleasure?"
>"I had received word that you were runnin' an illegal moonshinin' distillery here, and I need you to come with me to the station for questionin'."
>"Alright Sheriff, I'll come with you. But, my brothers don't take too kindly to that idea."
>The man motions towards the barn, which faces the farmhouse
>Josiah turns his head around
>He sees about 10 men with rifles, all traine don him
>He turns around and tips his hat
>He thanks the man for his time and leaves
>On the Sheriff's report he writes

"The suspect is the most polite man I have ever met, but his kin are not of the same sort. The suspect is to remain readily reachable, but unobtainable."

Shiet what's next?

More! op! MORE MORE!!!

Bump

Alright I got to go to bed fellas, I have more stories and if need be I can call up grandma and ask her about more of them. But I'll definitely return tomorrow and tell more tales.

For now I'll leave you with a more sad tale, that really drives home just how useless prohibition really was

>Josiah is at the office cleaning his guns at night
>A young adult woman comes in
>She's obviously distraught
>"What's the issue ma'am?"
>"Sheriff my father came home drunk tonight and he's beating mama. Please hurry and save her, please!"
>Josiah was a classic southern gentleman, and he didn't take kindly to men who mistreated women
>His deputies on duty didn't like it neither
>Him and his deputies follow the woman to her home
>He knocks on the door
>no answer
>he knocks once more
>"Sheriff Josiah! Open up!."
>No response
>They kick down the door
>Lying on the ground was an older women
>She lay in a pool of blood
>Her skull had been busted open with a fireplace poker
>The drunken man was in the bedroom
>Knocked out from his drink

Fucking drunks

At what time you're gonna continue tomorrow

>The young woman is now crying over the body of her dead mother
>Josiah is not pleased
>He wakes up the passed out man and pistol whips him
>His deputies carry the man off to the jail

>Later that night
>A mob had formed outside the jail
>Now, information is not kept secret for very long in small Southern towns
>Hell it's hard to keep a secret in Chattanooga
>Josiah exits the building and faces the crowd
>"What are you going to do to the man Sheriff?"
>"Kill him!"
>"Kill the bastard!"
>Josiah stayed silent
>He goes back in the jail

Now according to my grandmother, Josiah never told exactly what happened after this point but he did end by saying this

"For all the talk about protecting people, I had never seen more cruelty, or murder in those 10 years than I ever had before or after. I don't like rememberin', but I do, and she wasn't the only dead woman I saw."


About noon, maybe earlier.

About High noon? Wink wink.

Haha, yeah about lunchtime

Stories get forgotten,
But legends Never die.

Alright I'll catch y'all tomorrow.

I have more crazy family members too, so I'll share their stories as well, some actually going back to the civil war. Look for 'TN user' tomorrow, that's the thread I'll be in

You're the best user!