Nick slouched down farther and bumped his back against the wall behind him. He was hungry, his legs and back were cramping, and he needed to take a piss. None of which he could fix, because he was locked up. What did these fools think? He was going to jump off a moving train?
Most slaves would never be a bother to the passengers, but Nick supposed those running the train thought this was a way to be sure slaves transported alone would be safe and arrive well and healthy at their destination, especially since most were alone because they’d been orphaned. He’d seen plenty of other slaves on previous trips and spotted a few on this one, too. Those people were with their owners, as Nick wanted so desperately to be with Todd.
Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the lock to his compartment clicked open and Todd’s head poked through the space between the wall and sliding door. Grinning, he worked his hand through and held it out to Nick. “Miss me?”