“Junior!” he bellowed.
“Where did that boy get to now?” Willard wondered to himself. He was an irascible, but not unusually cruel for the times, man who was proud of what he had achieved, growing the farm he had inherited from his father, one of the first English settlers in the Carolina low country, into a full fledged plantation, with too many acres of rice under cultivation and too many slaves to be a mere farm any more.
“That boy” was Willard’s oldest son, whom everyone referred to as Junior. Like many fathers, Willard hoped to pass his…