“Never in his life had he felt more alone. Miriam had seemed to warm to him during the voyage, even been grateful for his care while she was ill. Now that she had recovered from her seasickness, she had withdrawn behind a veil of strained politeness that he did not breech. Perhaps he had only imagined her softening toward him. He would risk no further rejection from his wife. No, he had had enough rejection in his life. Even his foster brother, Bartolome de Las Casas, had left Rigo to minister to the Indians of this savage land. He scanned the coastline, his eyes involuntarily searching for signs of Tainos, although he had learned enough from Bartolome's letters to know they were no longer allowed to farm and fish freely near the shores, but were enslaved and forced to work in mines and fields for Spanish investors. Benjamin had insisted they were a worthy race and had said Rigo was descended from a noble family. Soon he would learn the truth of that and other matters. He forced ...thoughts of Aaron Torres from his mind.MoreLessShow More Show Less
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