"Pa, you sure about this?" Patience clutched her shawl around her, eyeing the tunnel nervously. The Virginia woods were quiet around them, for now.
"This is where we was sent," Pa said. "Any man stands against bondage is a friend of mine, no matter his roots."
"How egalitarian." The voice slithered unexpectedly out of the darkness beside them. "You will follow." A hunched figure turned and made for the tunnel entrance.
"Wait," Patience called, surprising herself. "Why? Why help runaways?"
The moon caught a brief glint of red eyes, a bestial snout. "We know what it is to be despised."
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