Charles wiped his calloused hands clean after repairing the wagon's wheel, brushing the grime onto his coarse shirt. Adjusting his belt, he made up his mind to take a stroll. Meanwhile, Micah sat at one of the nearby wooden tables, casting a quick glance at Charles. With a sneer on his face, Micah gestured towards Charles and barked, "Hey, redskin! Go fetch me something to eat." Charles paused, assuming a solid stance, and shot Micah a piercing stare. "Excuse me?" he retorted.

Micah rose from his seat in response to the question. "I said," he repeated, stepping away from the table and forcefully shoving Charles as a show of dominance. Charles took a few steps back, maintaining his composure. "Fetch me something to eat," Micah hissed under his breath. Charles locked eyes with Micah, then swiftly grabbed his shoulder and arm, slamming Micah to the ground. "Eat that," Charles barked before striding away, while Micah narrowed his eyes. "You better control that temper of yours, boy!" Micah yelled after him.

After having had watched the scene with your own eyes, you let out a sigh and moved to follow Charles; to ask if he's okay.