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THERE'S NO BLACKOAKS. . . .
NOT FOR YOU. . . . .
NOT ANY MORE . . . .
Ferrell Baynard came home to find his birthright in ruins, the estate burned and plundered in a slave revolt, mortgaged to a malicious and impatient banker, and still in the hands of the perverse Styles Kenric.
All across the Southlands, the cotton trade crumbled and the anti-slavery underground flourished, while from the north came rumours of war.
Desperate days called forth desperate measures from Ferrell Baynard. There were fortunes to be made from runaway slaves for a man without principle.
Through the auction lots and whorehouses of New Orleans, Baynard would deal with the devil himself to save his heritage of Blackoaks . . . .
