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“Ya can’t be serious, Miss?”
Foreman of the large cotton plantation for many years, Will Gallagher sweated plenty working in the fields alongside the slaves, but he never sweated as much as today, couldn’t remember ever being so nervous. His rough skinned hands clasped on the back of a chair, he faced the small figure seated behind the solid wood desk, waiting patiently for her to finally see reason.
She just sat there, still as a stone statue, saying nothing, looking through him as if he didn’t exist. His pulse pounded in his veins, so loud a ringing had started in his ears, a ringing that was beginning to drive him crazy. But being in the house for any length of time had always made him uncomfortable, and he longed to escape back to the fields.
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Chrysta Mane