The marshal rests his hand on his pistol. "I need the name of every soul on this property," he demands, his voice tight. "Your neighbor says you have got extra mouths to feed. Lying to me is a federal crime."
Your options
I recognize no law that turns human beings into property.
Just my own family, Marshal. My neighbor is mistaken.
You are not coming in here. I will not let you take them.
The Marshal at the Door
Turning them in means their return to bondage. Sheltering them means your own ruin. The marshal demands to know who is on your property.
Qore