As Rachel stared at the cane fields, imagining white men descending on horseback to drag her by a rope back to Providence, something else rose inside her. A kind of longing mixed in with her fear, tugging at her heart, pulling her back to her old plantation. Back to familiarity, and the soil that held the bodies of Samuel, Kitty and the stillborn child. There was certainty in their bones, unlike the vast unknown that lay ahead.
Many slaves, once free, probably felt like they needed to return to the plantation out of fear and familiarity
