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Chapin is rolling out a a keg of nails for Solomon.
CHAPIN
If Tibeats prefers a different
size, I will endeavor to furnish
them, but you may use those until
further directed.
Chapin mounts a nearby horse. As he rides off into the field where slaves are already at work:
CHAPIN (CONT'D)
Good morning to you, Platt.
Left alone, Solomon shoulders the keg and begins to carry it off.