Chapter 12
A Chase
The baying of hounds and obnoxious shouting infiltrated the quiet of the house, bringing us to the porch. Mr. Hench, a distant neighbor, moved away from the group of men and dogs, and walked over to us. "Is yer father hereabouts?"
“He's out in the back fields, working. May I be of assistance?” I asked.
“A couple of my n*****s done made their escape. We're hunting them down. Which way to yer papa?” he asked, dismissively.
I pointed toward where Papa was working and Mr. Hench trotted off. The men with the dogs wandered around the yard. The hound’s noses were planted in the grass straining against the rope tied at their necks.
“You won't find their scents here, so you might as well not bother,” I told them. My arms were wrapped around my chest, the cold air crept thro
