Django did his best to keep his distance from this new master, despite his pleasantries.
He sensed something different about him but at this point, it seemed ludicrous to trust any instincts left - as so many owners before Schultz had broken his finely-tuned moral compass.
They silently ate, not quite together, as Django continued to stay at arms length. Still so wary of this odd, older gentleman.
“Tell me young Django, what sort of work did you do at the plantation?”
Django looked up, nearly surprised, perhaps more that he was being spoken to than the content of the question. “Mostly worked in the fields.”
“Of course, of course, but were there any...” Schultz pauses to find the right words “specific skills you acquired whilst at the Carrucan plantation?”
Django paused to think, halting his chewing to stare at the ground “I can pick cotton pretty good” he finally replied, looking up, deadpan.
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