@@@@@They don't know about the brood mares Miles
@@@@@They don't know about the brood mares Miles Brewton hid in
the swampTheir get grew into a mettlesome family-a bit shaggy
from
swamp living and unbeautiful from crossbreeding with strays from the
cavalry-but Miles has a wonder of a three-year-old that's going to
make
every big-money pocket a lot lighter than it expected to be
"You mean there's betting?"
Scarlett asked"Why else would anyone race?"
Rhett laughedHe tucked folded banknotes into his mother's reticule,
Rosemary's pocket, and Scarlett's glove"Put it all on Sweet Sally
and buy yourselves a trinket with your winnings What a good mood
he's in, Scarlett thoughtHe put the banknote inside my gloveHe
could have just handed it to me, he didn't have to touch my hand that
way-no, not my hand, my bare wristWhy, it was practically a
caress!
He's noticing me now that he thinks I'm interested in somebody else
Really noticing me, not just paying polite attentionIt's going to
work! She'd been worried that maybe letting Middleton have every
third
dance was going too farPeople had been talking, she knewWell, let
them talk if a little gossip would bring Rhett back to herWhen they
entered the grounds of the Race Course, Scarlett gaspedShe'd had
no
idea it was so big! Or that there'd be a band! And so many people
She looked around with delightThen she caught hold of Rhett's
sleeve
there are Yankee soldiers all over the placeWhat does it mean?
Are they going to stop the races?" Rhett smiled"Don't you think
Yankees gamble, too? Or that we should mind relieving them of some
of
their money? God knows, they didn't object to taking all of oursI'm
glad to see the gallant colonel and his officers sharing in the simple
pleasures of the vanquishedThey've got a lot more money to lose
than
our kind do
"How can you be so sure they'll lose it?" Her eyes were narrowed,
calculating"The Yankee horses are thoroughbreds, and Sweet Sally is
nothing but a swamp pon