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– her flight silent and smooth. She must keep moving northbound towards Virginia until she came across a horse to make her own.
    Days went by, and with each new day, she realized she was going to have to steal a horse. She’d watched a herd of wild mares with a stallion in their midst, but the odds of catching one were stacked against her. Trying to get one of them could get her seriously injured if not killed. So now, her options were to steal from one of the tribes, or steal from the white man?
    The choice of either could cost her life or freedom.
    She searched out a settlement, one where she would have to take the time to watch it, and choose a horse for herself. Following that, she would need the perfect time and method to steal it without bringing those from the settlement after her.
    It was a few more days of running, searching, watching and hoping that a solution practically walked up to her.
     

To her amazement – while sitting perched high in a tree, watching a small community with horses here and there, she looked down to see a lone man, riding his horse at a slow pace. He was barely able to keep his seat from all the swaying to and fro, side to side, to jerk upright and kick his legs.
    Watching, Asiza realized – he was full of spirits.
    The horse that he rode, barely took steps forward before stopping to graze.
    It was only when the man roused enough to drunkenly spur it forward, slurring, “G’aw now – go girl,” that the horse slowly moved again, taking a few steps to stop once more.
    Asiza actually giggled.
    She felt blessed with an easy solution.
    She’d simply hung upside down from her tree, and gently pushed the man off of his horse. He’d been too drunk to get up, let alone climb back on. After a few moments of struggling - he’d leaned back against the tree and was off to sleep, snoring loud enough to wake the dead.
    Riding along, Asiza smiled, “Now this, betta’.” Asiza couldn’t believe her good fortune at being in the right place, at the right time. As for the horse, she was young, healthy and of sound stock. A gorgeous bay that had probably had a few owners, Asiza decided – she would be treating her with the utmost respect and if her blessings continued, she would be the last owner. Sitting tall in the saddle, she rode steady – keeping to the forest away from the main trails or roads. Finally, she was on her way to Clover Grove plantation – she couldn’t wait to see the look on her mother’s face when she showed up back there.
    Traveling alone with just a horse, gave Asiza many things to think about. For instance, due to being human, she did fantasize about a life of normality. One that entailed having a man to love despite her lack of trust in them – she could remember being attracted to only one male in her life and that one had experienced a death found in nightmares. Because of what she knew about life and being black, she figured any fantasy was just that, nothing that would ever come true, especially because of the way that she was. Besides, she’d killed white men – at some point all that she’d done would catch up with her, that’s what she figured and her life would be over.
     

That’s why she wanted to see her mother again, Suga again – they were her only loves – there could be nothing more for her. So while she had lapses from focusing on survival she knew not to hope for anything more than what she had at the present and that was her freedom – as for how long, God only knew.
     
    Virginia
    Clover Grove plantation
     
    She was killing again.
    Broc exhaled after finding a dead overseer, who had died at the edge of a cotton field. There was a hole in his chest, he knew that it had been by an arrow that was no longer there. It appeared she was retrieving her arrows if she could.
    He looked up to see a number of slaves running – they froze upon seeing him. When he made no threatening move towards them, they started up running once more – more women