Muffled voices outside the Van right after the back door slammed shut. Words broke thru. A few combinations. Slaves. Earn money. Long drive. Only three. One more. Return later. New home.  Break tonight.<br/><br/>The platform shifted. The engines rumbled. The faint smell of diesel near by. Motion that swinging rhythm as the Van pulled along the grass before finding hard concrete then asphalt.<br/><br/>This would be the ride of their lives. At the end was new duties in a way not even Lady Shaw had dreamed.<br/><br/>