They’d been driving about an hour when the prisoner said, “The cemeteries here in Louisiana are all above ground. I hear it’s because the water table is so close to the surface they can’t bury them underground.”
Bessie just said, “Uhuhhhhh.”
The prisoner continued to talk, “I also hear there’s a Voodoo witch that roams the countryside. They call her the Ghost of Marie Laveau. We’ll pass right by her crypt.”
“Yeah?” Bessie answered. “This one up here on the right?”
“Yes, that’s it. You can see her crypt from the street.” Alfred Hennessey said.
Bessie slowed down as they went by and she said to Alfred “Wave goodbye Alfred, there ain’t no Voodoo Queens in Texas. They’re all here in the swamps of Louisiana.”
“We cross over a swamp too on our way out.” Alfred said. He was thinking if he could maybe put a little spook into this female deputy he might make an escape. Little did he know he was dealing with Bessie Buemiller and even Marie Laveau would hesitate to tangle with her.
The headlights cut through the road ahead, and revealed the overhanging trees covered in moss. The road did look swampy and scary, Bessie thought. About that time, Bessie heard a loud pop and she had to struggle to hold the wheel tight. She had a blowout. She guided the car to the shoulder and got out to take a look.
Sure enough, the back right rear tire had blown. Bessie raised the trunk lid and started getting the jack and the spare tire out. From the back seat she heard, “I’ll help you if you want me to. I don’t mind changing a flat tire.”
Bessie walked around to the back door, unlocked it and said, “Max guard.”
The dog jumped to the ground and watched as Alfred exited the car and went to the back to put the jack under the car. Bessie backed up just enough to be out of Alfred’s reach, should he decide he was going to try and take her down. She unsnapped the strap over the gun hammer and put her hand down to her side.
Alfred worked raising the car on the jack and whistled while he worked. Finally, the job was done and as he got the last nut on the wheel and snapped the hub cap back in place, he said, “Ma’am I really need to go to the bathroom.”
“Well, go, Alfred. There, on the side of the road. There’s not another car in sight.”
Alfred walked to the side of the road, did his business and then in a wink took off running into the swamp. Bessie let him get through the fence and then she said, “Take him down Max.”