The longer I laughed, the madder she got, until I could see her positively steaming. So, she started talking to the girls, asking the same questions, ...nd then yelling at Dead.When I got my breath back, I said. "Look, I'm sorry. I don't know who you are or how you got here, but this place ... this time." I struggled for the words. "You're in the past, I think. Earth's past, I guess."She looked at me blankly."I'm Josh." I stuck out my hand, and she shook it. "Who are you?"She paused for a long. James Winslow wasproud of his cotton, cattle and horses, and equally proud of his sixhundred slaves."Best damn niggers y'alls ever seen," he boasted while showingvisitors around. "Winslow reared niggers'll outwork any other niggerslaves in the county." It was no idle boast.The disciplines James Winslow brought to the growing of cotton andthe breeding of cattle and horses, he also brought to the managementof his slaves; his two legged a****ls as he often called them.Winslow slaves were uniformly. The members listened to her ideas as she tried to explain how she felt when she first was exploring the old farmhouse last year. It was like one was one of those stupid teens investigating one of the favorite hunting spots of a maniac. And they actually listened to Brandy and took some of ideas and transformed them into a gore-staged reality, including a nightmare of a maze in the cornfield out back."God, you look even better than you did last Halloween," Grant said, his dark eyes grinning as. " I say.He grunts and gets back to work."Idin go to the front of the store, I dont want what ever bad juju you got messing with my casting." He says.I nod and head to the front of the store, I hear a bird squawk in pain, I glance back wondering what he is doing but then something on the wall draws my attention, holy crap, in a secured case is The Sword, what was Murray thinking putting it out there, I see a flash from his room and he calls me back."Murray what the hell is the sword doing out.