Chapter Eighteen
The moon was behind the clouds as Duncan slipped out of the stable to follow the tracks of the mule in the damp soil. By the time he reached Winters, the young overseer was already climbing the hill. A spade was on his shoulder and the body on the mule was wrapped with what appeared to be a linen tablecloth.
It was several minutes before either spoke. “The Judas slaves are required to remain in their quarters at night,” Winters finally muttered.
“And you are supposed to be letting Gabriel stage a performance tomorrow,” Duncan replied, “to demonstrate what happens to those who won’t bend to his will.” The Judas slaves had already been told to expect an assembly after breakfast at the base of the knoll.
“Gabriel gave orders to hang Jaho from the new gibbet in the morning
