The laughter followed Joaquim Lacerda all the way back to Santo António Farm.
Farmers shook their heads and joked that he had wasted seven cents on a woman nobody wanted. Benedita rode silently in the back of a wagon, saying nothing as the road stretched beneath the hot Brazilian sun. She had heard every insult before. Strong as an ox,
impossible to control, worthless for field work. Those labels had followed her from plantation to plantation. Yet Joaquim never once treated her like property. When they arrived, he gave her food, clean clothes, and something even more unusual—respect.
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