Masta J. L. Abernathy ruled with an iron fist. He didn't believe in fate or chance because to him there were no such thing. This Masta took care of his negros and they made sure to take care of him; especially his prize slave, Corn. But, when his dark side rose, blood was shed. It mattered not that Masta J. L. had the largest cotton gin around. It still didn't matter that he was thriving in every aspect of his life. However, a change of event caused...