A white-owned farm

The foreigners tense when they notice a roadblock in the distance. They can see a great bonfire set in a vehicle, with a dozen men drinking and shooting guns in the air. Heather sees Andre set his jaw firmly.

Just then they pass a driveway on the side of the road. Andre decides to turn down there and try his luck. They pass a gate, now smashed. As they drive, they pass carefully cultivated fields. In the distance they can make out a big house.

"Is this a farm?" Heather asks.

"Yes, white farm," Andre explains. "Big plantation, very rich family." He decides not to tell them, with a roadblock out front and the front gate smashed, there may be trouble ahead.

They manoevre up the driveway and come to a sprawling manor house. The four of them get out of the car and walk towards the front door.

“Who’s there?” comes a voice from the front porch. In the darkness, Heather can barely make out a figure.

“My name is Heather MacPhail, I’m a Christian missionary,” the redhead says. “This is our guide, my father and his nurse.”

The figure steps down the stairs…