tight to Randallâs hand and hope he donât understand what they say about his brother.
Just when Iâm thinking of making a run for it, Skinner grabs us both by the neck and pushes us into a room at back of a small barn. They lock us in, and when the wagon thumps away, the two of them are still cussinâ at each other.
âNow can you write to your man?â Randall asks when he sits down beside me on the dirt floor.
âI donât have no paper,â I say.
âBut you got to write to him to get us outta here,â he says, his voice high and the next thing to crying.
âShhhh,â I say, looking back over my shoulder, âsomebody might be listeninâ.â
He looks âround and moves closer to me, but after a coughing fit, he quiets down. Then, as though heâs got nothinâ left in him, he lays down and puts his head in my lap. âMy headâs hurtinâ,â he says, âanâ Iâs cold.â
âYou sleep some while I figure this out,â I say, and I rub across his bony little shoulders and wonder why he says heâs cold when he feels so hot. I wait till heâs sleepinâ before I move, careful not to wake him. Then I go over to the window and try jumpinâ up, but itâs too high, and besides, it got some boards across it. I try the door, but itâs locked tight, like I figured. I kick at it some until I hurt my foot, and when I limp around I start crying. Finally, I go back and sit next to Randall, âcause heâs coughinâ so bad and shakinâ in his sleep.
T HAT NIGHT S KINNER shows up with the driver and another man. I jump up as soon as they come in the door, and it donât take a minute before Randall is up beside me and got a hold of me. âWhat they gonâ do?â he asks me.
âShhh,â I say, trying to see past the lantern that Skinner holds up.
âTheyâs both scrawny!â says the new one.
âGive me three hundred,â says Skinner, âand you can have âem both.â
âThomas doesnât take âem when theyâre that small. Too much trouble. Iâll give you one hundred for the older one.â
âAnd give me twenty for the runt. You know you can sell him on the way down,â Skinner says. âHeâll bring you twice that.â
âDeal,â says the man, and when he comes over with the rope, I step back and Randall moves with me.
âIf I give you my money, can he stay with me?â I ask.
âLet me see how much you got,â the man says.
I unfold the rag that holds my coins, and with a swipe he pockets it. âAnd now you donât have none,â he says with a laugh.
âBut thatâs stealinâ!â I say before I can stop myself.
He laughs again. âSounds to me like you got some educatinâ. You one of those mamby-pamby house boys? Wonât take long for Thomas to work that outta you!â
âCan Randall please stay withââ I start, and before I can duck, the man sends his fist at me.
âI donât wanna hear nothinâ from you after this,â he says.
When I spit out blood, a tooth comes, too, and Randall starts screamin, but I donât shush him âcause Iâm cryinâ too hard myself.
PART TWO
CHAPTER NINE
1830
James
O N MY RETURN from the event, Robert had the outdoor lamps burning when my carriage drew up to the house, and as usual, he was waiting for me at the front door.
âThere is a fire in the library,â he said as he took my greatcoat and hat.
âAny news of Pan?â I asked.
âNo, Iâm afraid not,â he said, and without further comment, I went to the library, craving the solitude.
âSomething hot to drink?â he called after me.
âGo to bed, Robert,â I said, closing the door behind me.
It was past midnight. I went to the familiar chair next to the fire and sank into its worn leather, sighing