“What? Why?” Racheal screamed in confusion as she watched Limuel’s guards pull a limp Steffan up.

Then they began to pull him to pull him away, his tall frame causing his foot to drag behind him.

“I had a suspicion he might come here.” Limuel said, pulling out a big cigar.

“What did we do to you?” She asked, looking from Limuel to Steffan, who was being dragged away.

“I have no problems with the Sherrods. Just you.”

“What?” She asked just as she saw ...