One year, Mr. and Mrs. Betts working a plot nearby fell short of a few crops. When Mr. Betts got a little wordy and said, “I ain’t got no more for you,” Mr. Moe raised his fist and beat Mr. Betts into the ground. He beat him in front of his whole family —all women and a young girl — and they could do nothing but watch. Mr. Betts could hardly stand, and Mr. Moe hunched over him, his face contorted and burning red. Then, he turned to the rest of the tenants and screamed, chasing people across the field and back to their cottages. Sometime after, Mr. Moe cussed at some little girls who’d been playing too close to his house. Mr. Moe had struck one of the girls in the face. The little girl went crying to her folks, the Browns, and the grandfather went to confront Mr. Moe. The Browns ain’t never seen the old man again, and consequently, Mr. Moe boosted his demand on their crops. Poor family’s been skin and bones ever since. Some of the other tenants were kind enough to share whatever they could. Times were getting rough, Mr. Moe was getting rougher, and the whole community of freedmen and women was starting to feel the chills of the aftermath of the war and their newfound freedom. The people began to look at each other and say: “Is it time to go?”