Chapter 93

"Me either." One said. "I'll do it." The Southerner said, not minding. He came over to me as the other guards carried on with sorting the slaves. He hoisted me up and led me down the hall into a large cell. There was a pair of bolt cutters he grabbed down the hall. "So..." He began, "What did you hunt?" "Gazelle, boar, birds..." I responded, not really too enthused about talking. "With what? Guns, bows, some other way?" He continued. "I hunt with a raptor." I responded. He had to stop. "A raptor?" He asked, "What kind of raptor can take down a boar?" "I have," I sighed, "A special raptor. She's very, very large." "She must be huge." He said, popping the chain and cuffs with the bolt cutter. He reached for a wide barred door, opening it, "Sorry for the terrible accommodations for now but we will make sure you're well fed and comfortable." I began to walk around the cell, not finding it to be terrible. The Southerner continued to stand there, unsettling me. I turned to him. "What?" " I'm