Long hual

The year is 1733. deep in the South Carolina territory life is peaceful, full of riches and wonders. Chalk full of knowledge and fulfillment. For those not forced into servitude at least. For those not forced to toil in fields not their own, working day in and day out only for the fruits of their labor to fall in the hands of someone else. Someone undeserving. Never reaping the fruit of the lives that were sewn into the ground, nourished with their blood and tears. Fertilized with the bodies of their children. At least for those not enslaved. No life is good for the white South Carolinians. Only the colored parish like dogs.