Rebel Temptress (Historical Romance) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Constance O'Banyon
Tags: Fiction, adventure, Romance, Historical, Adult, Action, War, alone, 18th Century, Enemy, american revolution, Yankees, Lonely, plantation, REBEL TEMPTRESS, Yankee Major, Unportected, Bloodshed, Captured Hearts, Seductive, Vowed, Possess, Precious
clear his throat to gain her attention.
"Darcy told me to come on in. I didn't know you were resting," he said, taking care so the snow on his boots would not get on the rug.
Honor studied her overseer for a moment. He would be somewhere in his fifties, and while not a tall man he had powerful shoulders and often did the work of two men. His hair was as white as the snow on the collar of his greatcoat, and his blue eyes sparkled with good health. At the moment he looked uncomfortable, as he stood hat in hand. Clyde had been steadfast and loyal for many years, and she wanted to put him at his ease. She knew it was difficult for him to deal with her after working for her aunt for so many years.
"Sit down, Clyde. Is there something specific you wanted to speak to me about?"
"I'll just stand, Miss Honor, my boots have snow on them."
She smiled. "We won't worry about a little snow. Be seated, Clyde."
He walked cautiously to the leather chair and sat down twirling his hat in his hands.
"What did you wish to see me about?"
"There are two Confederate soldiers outside that claim one of their chickens got into our chicken coop."
"Is that possible?"
"No ma'am."
"Do you think they are hungry?"
"It sure would appear so. Neither one of them seems old enough to shave. They say they are from a troop of some sixteen soldiers camped beside Green River."
Honor stood up and walked over to the coat rack and drew on her gray woolen cape. "Come with me, Clyde, let us see if we can help them find their lost chickens."
The snow was deep as Honor and Clyde made their way to the chicken coop that stood fifty yards behind the barn. Honor stuck her hands in her pockets to keep them warm.
Her heart contracted as she saw the ragged condition of the two soldiers. Their tattered gray uniforms had seen better days. From what little she could see of them wrapped in heavy coats, they appeared to be in need of a good meal. Honor noticed Clyde stayed close to her side as one of the young boys approached. He removed his tattered gray cap and smiled shyly at her.
“Good Lord!” she thought. Was the south now sending children to fight the war? She gave him a bright smile trying not to show the pity she felt for him. "I understand that one of your chickens got into our chicken coop?"
The young boy, who could be no older than herself, lowered his head. "Yes, ma'am, but I could be mistaken." he murmured.
Honor looked past the boy to his companion and discovered that he was not much older than his friend. Her heart wrenched inside of her at the pitiful condition of the two boys. "Let me see, it is very possible that your chicken is in with ours. I fear the coop is in bad repair."
Honor knew that they had ten chickens left, and counting the chickens she saw that there were still ten. "I believe you are right, sir, I fear your chicken has indeed made its way into our coop. As a matter of fact there are two more chickens then there should be. Is that not right, Clyde?"
Clyde smiled at her fondly. "Yes, ma'am I believe you are correct. Would you like me to remove the two chickens?"
"You do that, Clyde." she told him, returning his smile. Honor turned to the two young boys. "I wonder if the two of you would accompany me to the root cellar. I have an over abundance of apples and potatoes, which I would deem it a favor if you would take off my hands."
One of the young boys looked at her with a pleading expression on his face. "We ain't got no money, ma'am."
"Oh tish, I do not want money. Come with me," she said in a voice of authority.
As Honor walked toward the house, where the root cellar was located, she knew that the two boys followed her. Going down the steps carefully she found the lantern and lit it, then handed it to one of the boys to hold for her. She then began to fill a tow-sack with apples and potatoes. Honor blew out the lantern and one of the boys shouldered the heavy sack and they made their way up the steps. Once outside both boys
"Darcy told me to come on in. I didn't know you were resting," he said, taking care so the snow on his boots would not get on the rug.
Honor studied her overseer for a moment. He would be somewhere in his fifties, and while not a tall man he had powerful shoulders and often did the work of two men. His hair was as white as the snow on the collar of his greatcoat, and his blue eyes sparkled with good health. At the moment he looked uncomfortable, as he stood hat in hand. Clyde had been steadfast and loyal for many years, and she wanted to put him at his ease. She knew it was difficult for him to deal with her after working for her aunt for so many years.
"Sit down, Clyde. Is there something specific you wanted to speak to me about?"
"I'll just stand, Miss Honor, my boots have snow on them."
She smiled. "We won't worry about a little snow. Be seated, Clyde."
He walked cautiously to the leather chair and sat down twirling his hat in his hands.
"What did you wish to see me about?"
"There are two Confederate soldiers outside that claim one of their chickens got into our chicken coop."
"Is that possible?"
"No ma'am."
"Do you think they are hungry?"
"It sure would appear so. Neither one of them seems old enough to shave. They say they are from a troop of some sixteen soldiers camped beside Green River."
Honor stood up and walked over to the coat rack and drew on her gray woolen cape. "Come with me, Clyde, let us see if we can help them find their lost chickens."
The snow was deep as Honor and Clyde made their way to the chicken coop that stood fifty yards behind the barn. Honor stuck her hands in her pockets to keep them warm.
Her heart contracted as she saw the ragged condition of the two soldiers. Their tattered gray uniforms had seen better days. From what little she could see of them wrapped in heavy coats, they appeared to be in need of a good meal. Honor noticed Clyde stayed close to her side as one of the young boys approached. He removed his tattered gray cap and smiled shyly at her.
“Good Lord!” she thought. Was the south now sending children to fight the war? She gave him a bright smile trying not to show the pity she felt for him. "I understand that one of your chickens got into our chicken coop?"
The young boy, who could be no older than herself, lowered his head. "Yes, ma'am, but I could be mistaken." he murmured.
Honor looked past the boy to his companion and discovered that he was not much older than his friend. Her heart wrenched inside of her at the pitiful condition of the two boys. "Let me see, it is very possible that your chicken is in with ours. I fear the coop is in bad repair."
Honor knew that they had ten chickens left, and counting the chickens she saw that there were still ten. "I believe you are right, sir, I fear your chicken has indeed made its way into our coop. As a matter of fact there are two more chickens then there should be. Is that not right, Clyde?"
Clyde smiled at her fondly. "Yes, ma'am I believe you are correct. Would you like me to remove the two chickens?"
"You do that, Clyde." she told him, returning his smile. Honor turned to the two young boys. "I wonder if the two of you would accompany me to the root cellar. I have an over abundance of apples and potatoes, which I would deem it a favor if you would take off my hands."
One of the young boys looked at her with a pleading expression on his face. "We ain't got no money, ma'am."
"Oh tish, I do not want money. Come with me," she said in a voice of authority.
As Honor walked toward the house, where the root cellar was located, she knew that the two boys followed her. Going down the steps carefully she found the lantern and lit it, then handed it to one of the boys to hold for her. She then began to fill a tow-sack with apples and potatoes. Honor blew out the lantern and one of the boys shouldered the heavy sack and they made their way up the steps. Once outside both boys
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