#leesville

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Marvin Avenue, Leesville, Louisiana.

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TWO ARRESTED IN LEESVILLE DRUG SEIZURE

Lexington County narcotics agents arrested two people and seized a large quantity of meth, marijuana, cash and guns after executing a search warrant at a Leesville home. Arromus Abney Miranda Lloyd Arromus Abney, 33, is charged with trafficking methamphetamine, possession with intent to distribute methamphetamine and possession with intent to distribute marijuana, according to arrest…

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Raffy the duck was named to honor Luke's father, Ralph, the founder of Smooth Waters Plumbing.

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Cynthia Peak biography: 13 things about Nashville, Tennessee teacher born in Leesville, Louisiana

Cynthia Broyles Peak was a native of Louisiana, United States. Here are 13 more things about her:

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American Auto Trail-Nolan Trace Byway (Burr Ferry to Leesville LA)

American Auto Trail-Nolan Trace Byway (Burr Ferry to Leesville LA) https://youtu.be/Y_nzq3m5UvU The American auto trail explores what is now referred to as the Nolan Trace Byway, between the Sabine River and Burr Ferry to Leesville, Louisiana.

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Born and raised in Leesville, South Carolina, as Thelma Bynem, Linda Martell went on to become the first commercially successful Black female artist in country music. She gained popularity with her hit single, “Color Him Father,” and became the first Black female solo artist to perform at the Grand Ole Opry in Nashville, Tennessee, and appeared on the TV show, “Hee Haw.” She now lives in Irmo, SC, and told Rolling Stone magazine that her career was marred and shortened by racism. #BHM2024

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Cryptid of the Day: Leesville Spider

Description: According to the Slaydon family, in 1948, while walking home from church in Leesville, Louisiana, saw a giant spider “the size of a washtub”, scurry out of the woods across from them. After that, they never took that route from church ever again.

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leeesville lake by Craig Brown

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Bambi Luann Brantley (1986) - Sleuth & Justice Cold Cases

WHAT HAPPENED TO BAMBI BRANTLEY

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Leesville, South Carolina

built in 1890

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The Beginning

Mob!Bucky x Reader, Steve Rogers

I'd recommend listening to this for this chapter!

Warnings (apply to the whole series): drugging, mafia/gang activity, criminal activity, age gap (reader is over the age of 18), arson, death, murder, coercion/peer pressure (non-sexual), manipulation/brainwashing, parental issues (a.k.a daddy issues), abuse of power.

Summary: When you're forced to move to a new town due to your father's "business trouble," you're likely to be left to fend for yourself, alone, and bored. You should probably try to make some friends.

Your head rests against the window pane of your father's leather adorned S-Class Mercedes Benz, thumping every now and again as he practically raced into the estate. You would have thought he'd take a more secluded approach, perhaps swaying away from using his shiniest car at 75 mph and buying the largest house on the street full in cash. You weren't complaining though. As the car slowed to a halt before the house, your eyes narrowed. This house was smaller than the previous ones - your father must be in serious "business trouble."

Your door opened with a click as you were met with the offer of Matthew's assistance. He was one of your father's favoured men when it came to your protection, but you both know he' hardly get through a staring contest, let alone a fight for your life. You stood, stretching after the 4 hour car drive from Leesville. Exhaustion from being cooped up in the back of the car for so long washed over you like a wave as Matthew lifted your luggage from the boot - one of the many benefits of having burly men working for your father was that you never had to put much effort into doing things for yourself, another being that they could arrange for the house to be fully furnished and cleaned before your arrival.

Your heels clicked against the polished white steps as you reached the front porch, stopping behind your father one of his men unlocked the door for you all. Your parents remained silent as the door was pushed open to reveal the interior of the house. Throughout the entirety of the car journey, your parents hardly spoke a word to one another too, let alone to you. Their love had a soft and strange unspoken nature, one in which many usually mistook for coldness, but your father had always been distant with you anyway. He had wanted a son, an heir to his throne, and as a woman, you could never be such a thing. By the time your mother had healed from your birth, she had grown too old to bear another child safely. Your father didn't detest you, but you knew you'd never live up to what he wanted, and the effect of that knowledge was just as harsh as the former.

As you peered over your parents' shoulders, your eyes widened. Despite the decrease in size compared to your last home, the house was actually gorgeous. The walls were painted a dusted cream, almost sun kissed in a way. The floors were light wood panelling, and the stair case twisted and curved to reach the second floor, which had walls painted a shade ever so slightly darker and warmer in tone than the walls down stairs. The pure and bright interior design was almost curious, considering your father's usual dark and sharp decoration requests. Catching a glimpse of your mother's faint smile told you that this time, the decorating was not per your father's desires, but hers instead. You father's eyes warmed in a way that did so only for his wife as he looked at her. See: unspoken. She needed not to thank him, because the quirk in her lip said enough. You smiled fondly as your eyes looked between your parents, a stab of jealousy rushing through your chest as you wondered where love like that could be found.

When your parents entered the house, you followed behind them eagerly, excited to see what your room would be like. Admittedly, it was a bit embarrassing for a girl of your age and wealth to be living with her parents still, but given your father's work situation, it would be too dangerous for you to live alone, unprotected. Turning to close the door behind you, you momentarily locked eyes with one of the most attractive men you had ever seen. Although he was relatively far away, his features were perfectly defined. His jaw was brushed with the faintest of stubble, his jawline sharp enough to cut open your finger if you dared to touch it. His eyes were a piercing shade of blue, stopping you in your tracks as your grip on the door handle faltered. As your mother called your name, you were snapped back to reality, turning once more to look at the man, leaning against his door frame, hands in his pockets and knitted sweater clinging to his muscles, before closing the door and making your way upstairs.

You hadn't noticed, in your flustered panic, the smirk that fell upon his lips and the darkness that settled in his eyes as he watched you retreat into the house.

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Leesville, LA

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LEST WE FORGET...

Isaac Woodard Jr. (March 18, 1919 – September 23, 1992)

On February 12, 1946, Woodard was on a Greyhound Lines bus traveling from Camp Gordon in Augusta, Georgia, where he had been discharged, en route to rejoin his family in North Carolina. When the bus reached a rest stop just outside Augusta, Woodard asked the bus driver if there was time for him to use a restroom. The driver grudgingly acceded to the request after an argument. Woodard returned to his seat from the rest stop without incident, and the bus departed.

The bus stopped in Batesburg (now Batesburg-Leesville, South Carolina), near Aiken. Though Woodard had caused no disruption (other than the earlier argument), the driver contacted the local police (including Chief Lynwood Shull), who forcibly removed Woodard from the bus. After demanding to see his discharge papers, a number of Batesburg policemen, including Shull, took Woodard to a nearby alleyway, where they beat him repeatedly with nightsticks. They then took Woodard to the town jail and arrested him for disorderly conduct, accusing him of drinking beer in the back of the bus with other soldiers.