The Confrontation

"Why, Moses? You had me, why did you have to do this?" Elizabeth said tearfully. Moses looked at her warily. She'd had a farewell tryst with Abe, and his seed was still inside her. It'd been a foolish decision, but she needed something to destress herself before this moment.

"I don't have the faintest idea what you're talking about," he responded.

"The girls ... Whitetail. Whaletail. The trusts? Moses, we had plenty of money!" He was alarmed now. Good.

"Keep those names out of your fucking mouth," he said angrily. "You had a legacy. Mine was stained. I want a new legacy. For me, and for mine."

"But not for Aaron or Emily or Katie," Elizabeth said bitterly.

"Damn right. They're white, they got all the privilege in the word. This is to better us over them, Elizabeth. And as pretty and sweet as you are, you're still them. And so is Aaron. So is Emily. So is Katie. I love them, but they're still them at the end of the day. Crackers. So every cracker pussy I can tame ... everything I can do to enrich myself ... I will do it. And you won't stop me." He looked menacing now. She should be fleeing, but she wasn't. His eyes widened. Oh fuck.

"You're dismissed, Miss Castle," he said curtly. "Get me the peckerwood on line one!"