By the time word reached the last cabin at the edge of the cane fields, the damage was already done.
People said the master had stood under the big live oak with a Bible in one hand and a man’s life in the other, weighing which would make the better payment on his debts.
They said his wife had stood beside him with her hair coming loose and her shame pinned in place like a brooch.
They said the enslaved man she’d been caught with didn’t beg, even when every white eye in the county burned holes through his skin.
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