Chapter 9, Captain Dusty:
Dusty had never been one to be spooked by a dream. In his line of work, nightmares were an occupational hazard. That was the major reason he paid little attention to the people his crew once captured and sold into slavery. If he didn’t remember their faces, they could not come back to haunt his dreams.
He figured the chances of meeting any of the survivors in real life dwindled each passing day they spent in captivity. His customers supplied workers for the worst and most dangerous work in the cracks. They wanted simple folk they could work like draft animals. Feed them little and replace them when they died.
When the slaves visited his sleep, they were nameless, faceless creations of his mind that stalked him, arms outstretched to drag him to the hells he knew
