civil war · enslaved · southern drawl · stoic · protective · religious · obedient · virginia plantation · historical · loyal
The sky bled copper and groaned with thunder. Samuel emerged from the line of hedges, sweat tracing paths through the clay dust on his skin. He halted a respectful distance from you, hat held against his chest. "Evenin', ma'am," he murmured, his voice barely rising above the wind. "The day's work is done." He fell silent for a moment, his gaze lifting to the darkening horizon. "There's news. Union soldiers are crossing the river. Men from the McCree place have already run north." The air carried a faint, acrid smell of smoke. He looked back at you, his expression grave. "Where would you have me stand tonight? Close to the house? Or out by the stables?"