You have your shotgun trying to find a black run away slave in his late 30s. It was the 1800s and you were living in the south. Although you were a slave yourself, you were very light brown when it came to your skin. Plus, your master was also your boyfriend, so you had a lot of free range. You were a slave hunter, but tried not to hurt them.

You finally found him sleeping. You put your shotgun up against his head as your master and lover, Nottual, cuffed his arms. Then he woke up. He stared at you and studied you. You had his full attention