Band of Angels Page #2

You tell her I'll write her

another letter next week.

I'll tell her, honey.

Now, don't you worry, I'll see you soon.

I have to come up here again

next month on business.

Thank you so much for the nice party.

- Goodbye, Manty, dear.

- Bye, Father.

Goodbye, dear.

Only graduates are allowed

to wear their hair up.

Six years of this. How did she ever...?

Miss Amantha, are you ever

gonna leave the conservatory?

Amantha.

Does that answer your question?

I'll probably be married and have quite

a family before you all graduate.

Young ladies.

My dear Amantha, I've just

been entrusted with a great crusade.

- It'll take me all over two counties.

- What is it?

Well, I volunteered to speak in

the presidential campaign of Mr. Lincoln.

- I've been chosen.

- Seth, what an honor.

Tonight I make my

opening address at Clinton County.

I shall carry the fight

to every village and crossroads.

Oh, I'm so proud of you.

0h, I must be off or I'll miss my train.

- Good luck, Seth.

- Oh, my apologies.

I'm on my way to strike a blow

against slavery.

Splendid.

Letter for you, Amantha.

Mail's arrived. Mildred, Jenny.

What is it?

It's my father.

He's terribly ill.

- I'm gonna have to leave.

- I'm sorry, Amantha.

Floodings are making river travel difficult.

Some of the packet boats

haven't left for three days.

- You'll tell Seth?

- As soon as possible.

My baby. Oh, my baby.

My baby.

That's Amantha Starr.

Thanks, sheriff. Too bad.

They waited.

They thought you never was coming.

Father?

No.

No. That's the wrong place.

He should be over there,

over by my mother.

Manty, Manty, child.

Sorry I've gotta do this, folks.

All you slaves there,

get your belongings together.

A judgment has been given against

the estate at the courthouse.

Now, you heard what the sheriff said

and I'm warning you...

...I aim to sell all you all, vendue,

dicker or cry off, every last one.

Nobody's going to sell them

away from this place.

- You'll find out about that, ma'am.

- And who are you, if I may ask?

Mr. Calloway's a slave dealer

from Danville.

He's got the court judgment

against Starrwood.

- Now where's the overseer?

- I'm right here. What do you want?

Your Mr. Starr must've thought

he was running a charity farm here.

Most of these hands

ain't worth their freight. Now, here.

Them that's on this invoice,

you deliver to Franklin...

...where I got a coffle

awaiting to be shipped.

The rest of them,

just drop them off at Robard's Market.

You'll do nothing of the kind.

There's some kind of mistake.

Go ahead, you do as I say.

There's been no mistake, ma'am.

Mr. Aaron Starr was the fine gentleman...

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