<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bf0080">"Don't you think I know that this can't continue, Tomas?" Jo fumed at her bartender, the only one with the audacity to question whether or not abolition was worth it's price. "I've SEEN his slaves, lived with them, even owned one or two of my own. It may be a hard price to pay, but it must be paid. However, I'll send no more volunteers up the mountain. I leave in the morning." And with a swish of her skirts, Joanna left the room to prepare. <b>God save me if Alexander finse me before I see him. I'll never survive.</b></span></i>