Oh god oh god oh god, the white folks had already started drawing guns. Noah was gonna be lucky if he just ended up shot and not lynched, burned, tarred, feathered, or some combination of the above.

"I'm so sorry, ma'am, suh," he said, his accent thick and voice full of barely repressed fear. "I ain't sure what done happen, an' I ain't mean to intrude, but I could jes' get myself outta here an' I won't cause no trouble, no suh, I ain't."