Band of Angels Page #3

...that kept borrowing money from me

so he could go sporting over in Cincinnati.

Don't you talk about my father that way,

you white trash.

I can't say I like what I gotta do

but I call you all to witness.

Do you state and affirm that you go

by the name of Amantha Starr?

- Certainly, that's my name.

- Amantha, it is sworn and affirmed...

...that you are the issue

of the body of a slave called Louisa...

...the chattel of Aaron Pendleton Starr,

deceased.

And as her issue, you are declared

by the law of this Commonwealth...

...to be a chattel of Starrwood,

subject to any claims against the estate.

- My mother?

- She was a Negress.

And that means you the same strap

as the rest of them slaves out yonder.

It's not true.

You're lying. You liar!

I know who's got it.

Overseer told me that Master Aaron

give her all his bank money.

Her gotta be.

They got the plantation house too.

Miss Idell. Miss Idell.

Miss Idell.

Put this n*gger in the rig.

She's real money.

No, you can't. I'm Amantha Starr.

You can't.

Go on. Do like I tell you.

- Please, Mr. Calloway. She ain't no Negro.

- No, a n*gger's what you can sell.

I aim to sell her quicker

than she can swallow her own spit.

Oh, my baby. My baby.

- Go on, you old cottontooth. Sit down.

- They're gonna sell this baby.

Hey, put her baggage in here.

All right, take off now.

Sukie? Sukie?

Somebody help me. Help me!

Sukie.

Now, you wait here.

I'll get us a cabin.

Oh, no, you don't.

You're going all the way.

Let me through here.

Now, you settle down

and stop skittering around.

You gonna find I ain't such

a bad fellow to get along with.

I got us fixed up real homelike.

Now come on.

Come on! Come on.

Sam, get them in the pen.

All right, move on, move on in here.

Let's go.

Come on here. Let's get in here.

Here we are.

Well, you don't have to be scared.

I ain't no hurrying man.

You just lucky

it ain't some crazy young rooster...

...gonna be sharing this here coop

with you.

Put my bags in there.

I brung you a present.

Some old Doc Calloway's soothing syrup.

Guaranteed to give you the don't-care look.

If you feel like it, help yourself.

Say, you sure are put together real nice,

ain't you?

Soft and white.

Oh, you gonna bring a right pretty price

from one of them dandy's in New Orleans.

You know, I'm kind of glad

this is gonna be a long trip.

They'll never own me.

And you won't either.

Now, don't you get uppity.

You ain't thinking you're too good for me,

are you?

No, you just never had no man fun,

that's it, ain't it?

Is that it? Have you?

Have you ever had a fellow?

Yes. And he'll find me, and he'll kill you.

You don't know

how uppity he's gonna be...

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