#userlovingiris

I was sitting in this exact spot almost... a hundred years ago. This was silent movie house before they built it back up. My mama played the piano right over there. It burnt, too. Last thing I saw before my world ended was Bass Reeves, the Black Marshal of Oklahoma. Fifteen feet tall in flickering black and white. “Trust in the law,” he said. And I did. So, I took his name after Tulsa burned. He was my hero. That’s why I became a cop. Then, I realized, there’s a reason why Bass Reeves hid his face. So, I hid mine, too.