He was pulling the crab trap out of the murky swamp when he
heard the coughing. He leaned down, and saw her head, just above the water.
Eventually he coaxed her out, although she refused, or was
unable, to speak. He guessed she was maybe twelve, and the rags she wore
suggested she’d escaped from a plantation.
Over the months she never spoke, but she began to learn how
to live off the land with him. Then one day, a gator bit his leg off, and then
she reattached it with a touch.
He got over three grand for her.
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