He wouldn’t fight back. Couldn’t fight back. They told him he had to leave this place he had called home for over fifty years. They knew what he had done.
He knew the end would eventually come. He had known that there would be no way to turn the tide. To make it right.
He had seen a man killed. Taken his identity and his land deed.
There was nothing he could do now but leave. Taking only what he owned.