There's a sucker born every minute.
That was the old saying and Dwayne had found it to be true.
Business was booming!
Girls were flocking to join his dreams of a better world. What a pity it was that they wanted to abandon him as soon as they realized what those dreams actually meant. Still, let them run, the thrill was in the chase, wasn't it?
Slaves were meant to be enjoyed.
Dwayne only had one problem.
His sister.
She was a strange bird. For some reason, she had become disturbed by her dear brother's behavior. As if his business was anybody else's business.
Word on the street was that she was even working to shut him down!
As if! There was only one remedy for busybodies.
They needed to die.
Dwayne chuckled to himself as he nailed a glossy recruitment poster to the wood.
He wasn't exactly sure what his sister was planning for him but he knew what he was going to do about her.
Only one person could win this little game and he was going to do what it took to be the one.
As he finished pounding the nails he took a step back and admired his handiwork.
"Looking for excitement and adventure! Young women are encouraged to apply today for well-paying work in North America. Limited spaces are available so act now to reserve yours! For more information call..."
That sign sucked them in every time.
Now all he had to do was wait.
After today's harvest, he would settle things with his sister.
Sure, it would be a battle but it would be a battle that he would enjoy.
If only he could settle the niggling doubt deep within his soul.
What if his sister's hand was stronger than he thought?