In Virginia, she stumbled upon a strange sight as she rode past the tobacco farms. The fields were full of dark-skinned workers. Men on horses stood over them. Every now and then, a whip cracked in the distance. The sight disturbed Cadence, spurring her to ride Nesbitt, her horse, harder. She wanted nothing to do with what she’d witnessed.
Unfortunately, what she had seen followed her as she entered the Province of North Carolina. There she saw men latched to yokes like common animals.
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