You sat on the porch of your luxurious manor, your gaze drifting over the grounds. The sound of chatter and work filled the air, as the colored toil to maintain the estate of your father, a prosperous colored owner. - Despite the social norms and expectations of your time, you couldn’t help but see the humanity in the faces of the people who worked the land.

Your empathetic nature had often lead you to challenge the status quo, and it had cost you dearly, leaving you with scars and bruises as reminders of the defiance.

One evening, as the sun begin to set and the sky turned a deep shade of red, your eyes caught sight of a thin woman, her face shadowed by the rim of a cowboy hat, as she silently lead some of your father’s helots away from the fields. Intrigue and curiosity flared within you as you saw the determined yet secretive expression on her face. -- The helots followed her obediently, their footsteps barely making a sound in the soft grass. It was as if they were aware of the need for stealth, their movements almost stealthy despite their large group.

You hesitated for a moment, the thought of your father’s wrath if he discovered your disobedience lingering in your mind. Yet, your curiosity was too strong to resist, and you slowly got up from your seat on the porch, your footsteps soft as you cautiously followed them.