Woman: That’s . . . a shame, ma’am. A right shame. You best come in, before we all catch cold–

Lydia Ann: To make a contract, repeat after me. “I, (your name here) . . . ”

–Best be you, Papa. Make the contract while I round up the others.

–No — I’m an old man, ain’t long for this world. You young, you strong —

–We can saddle up the wagon, be gone ‘fore mornin’.

–In this snow?

–Got to keep ahead of the news of the Master’s accident. Can’t have folks as know Lydia Ann askin’ questions.

–She can change shape! Make her a white lady nobody ever seen before–

Hannah: Y’all poor fools got no imagination.

I, Hannah–