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Seasons have passed. It is winter now, and very grey out along the bayou. Ford and Tibeats - who we have seen working around the mill - stand with Solomon, Tibeats giving Solomon an inspection. Ford carries much lament.
FORD
He's a good carpenter and a smart
nigger.
TIBEATS
I'm familiar with his cleverness.
Turn around. Raise yer shirt.
Solomon does as instructed. Tibeats looks at Solomon's back, at the scars from lashings he bears.
TIBEATS (CONT'D)
Troublesome.
FORD
Quite the opposite. Trustworthy
to the highest degree. A jack-of-
all trades. No chore too menial
nor skill too complicated. Plays
the fiddle as well.
TIBEATS
Look like he got airs.
FORD
You won't find a nigger more
humble.
TIBEATS
Ain't found a nigger yet I cain't
humble.
Tibeats heads off. Solomon, highly curious over the preceding. WHEN FORD RESPONDS, IT IS WITH GREAT HUMILIATION.
SOLOMON
Sir, did I do something wrong?
FORD
Not your concern, Platt. I say
with much...shame I have compiled
debts. I have long preached
austerity, but find myself
hypocritical in that regard.
You'll be in the ownership of Mr.
Tibeats. You are his now. But he
himself is in the employ of my
sister and her husband, their
plantation is across the Bayou
from my own. There is much
building to be done, and you'll be
of great use to them. Serve him
as you'd serve me.
SOLOMON
Yes, sir.
FORD
And your faithfulness will not be
forgotten. If I can ever be of
aid, you need but send word.
SOLOMON
Yes, sir.
FORD
Pride and want have been my sin.
Loss of you is but one of my
punishments.