Rebel Temptress (Historical Romance) Read Online Free Page B
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
turned to her. The one with the sack lowered his head and his companion spoke up. "Ma'am, I can't take your chickens. We ain't lost no chickens."
By this time Clyde had joined them and he handed the two fowls, which were squawking and flapping their wings, to one of the young soldiers.
Honor smiled and looked at the boys. "Surely you are mistaken, these are not my chickens."
"We want to thank you, ma'am, we sure are hungry."
"The only thanks I need will be in knowing that the two of you will be well fed tonight. I would caution you both to be careful and take the greatest care of yourselves. I am quite sure that your families would like to have you return safely to your homes once this war is over."
"We sure will, ma'am, and can I say you are the prettiest girl I have ever seen?" One of the boys spoke up while his friend nodded in agreement.
Honor smiled, feeling years older than the two boys. "You had better both run along before you turn a girl's head."
She and Clyde watched as they trudged off across the snow. "I wonder what story they will tell their companions when they reach camp?" Clyde speculated. "That was a very nice thing you did, Miss Honor."
"Oh, Clyde, they were so young and pathetic. Darcy was reminding me today that we are fortunate to have a roof over our head. I wish this war would be over."
Where Clyde had admired the tiny silver-haired girl before, he now adored her. She was wise beyond her years and had the kindest heart of anyone he knew. "I am afraid this war isn't over by half, Miss Honor," he predicted grimly.
"I have no experience with war, Clyde, I only know what I have read in books. I wish the South had never started this war."
Clyde stared down at her and in that moment wished he could keep the war from touching her life. She was so delicate and fragile looking, but he knew she possessed strength and grit far beyond her years.
Honor pulled her cape tighter about her as the wind intensified and she felt the chill through her heavy cape. But she reminded herself that she had a warm home to go to for shelter, while the two young boys would most probably sleep in the cold tonight. "Clyde, if any more soldiers come to Landau seeking food, I want you to give them what we can spare."
"You can't feed them all, Miss Honor."
She walked up the steps and stood staring into the distance. The valley looked like a beautiful picture with its tall trees weighed down with snow. Honor thought of Jordan and hoped that he would be warm tonight. "No, Clyde we cannot feed them all," she said wistfully.
2
Jordan Daniels sat down wearily on the foot of his bed. The gray jacket of his uniform was tossed carelessly over a chair. How different his leave was turning out to be from what he had planned. He had wanted to surprise Meagan with a proposal of marriage, and now his mother had told him that Meagan had married Horace Elderman and gone with him to New York. Jordan doubled up his fist, wishing he had Horace in front of him right now. It did not make any sense. Why would Meagan marry that man? He was an outsider, an old man. Hadn't Meagan sworn that she loved him, and hadn't she promised to wait for him?
His eyes narrowed. Lies, all lies. She had played him for a fool while he had loved her more than anything else in the world. His pride cried out for revenge. Getting up, he walked out onto his balcony. The noonday sun was bright. Squinting his eyes against its glare, he could just make out the Landau home through the dense tree line that separated Green Rivers and Landau plantation.
How many nights had he stood on this balcony and gazed across the distance, thinking of Meagan? But now she was gone. He retraced his steps and flung open his bedroom door and stepped out into the hallway.
"Chauncey, come up here right this moment," he called loudly to the slave who tended to all his needs.
He heard a shuffling of feet on the stairway, and Chauncey appeared at the top of the stairway, puffing to catch
By this time Clyde had joined them and he handed the two fowls, which were squawking and flapping their wings, to one of the young soldiers.
Honor smiled and looked at the boys. "Surely you are mistaken, these are not my chickens."
"We want to thank you, ma'am, we sure are hungry."
"The only thanks I need will be in knowing that the two of you will be well fed tonight. I would caution you both to be careful and take the greatest care of yourselves. I am quite sure that your families would like to have you return safely to your homes once this war is over."
"We sure will, ma'am, and can I say you are the prettiest girl I have ever seen?" One of the boys spoke up while his friend nodded in agreement.
Honor smiled, feeling years older than the two boys. "You had better both run along before you turn a girl's head."
She and Clyde watched as they trudged off across the snow. "I wonder what story they will tell their companions when they reach camp?" Clyde speculated. "That was a very nice thing you did, Miss Honor."
"Oh, Clyde, they were so young and pathetic. Darcy was reminding me today that we are fortunate to have a roof over our head. I wish this war would be over."
Where Clyde had admired the tiny silver-haired girl before, he now adored her. She was wise beyond her years and had the kindest heart of anyone he knew. "I am afraid this war isn't over by half, Miss Honor," he predicted grimly.
"I have no experience with war, Clyde, I only know what I have read in books. I wish the South had never started this war."
Clyde stared down at her and in that moment wished he could keep the war from touching her life. She was so delicate and fragile looking, but he knew she possessed strength and grit far beyond her years.
Honor pulled her cape tighter about her as the wind intensified and she felt the chill through her heavy cape. But she reminded herself that she had a warm home to go to for shelter, while the two young boys would most probably sleep in the cold tonight. "Clyde, if any more soldiers come to Landau seeking food, I want you to give them what we can spare."
"You can't feed them all, Miss Honor."
She walked up the steps and stood staring into the distance. The valley looked like a beautiful picture with its tall trees weighed down with snow. Honor thought of Jordan and hoped that he would be warm tonight. "No, Clyde we cannot feed them all," she said wistfully.
2
Jordan Daniels sat down wearily on the foot of his bed. The gray jacket of his uniform was tossed carelessly over a chair. How different his leave was turning out to be from what he had planned. He had wanted to surprise Meagan with a proposal of marriage, and now his mother had told him that Meagan had married Horace Elderman and gone with him to New York. Jordan doubled up his fist, wishing he had Horace in front of him right now. It did not make any sense. Why would Meagan marry that man? He was an outsider, an old man. Hadn't Meagan sworn that she loved him, and hadn't she promised to wait for him?
His eyes narrowed. Lies, all lies. She had played him for a fool while he had loved her more than anything else in the world. His pride cried out for revenge. Getting up, he walked out onto his balcony. The noonday sun was bright. Squinting his eyes against its glare, he could just make out the Landau home through the dense tree line that separated Green Rivers and Landau plantation.
How many nights had he stood on this balcony and gazed across the distance, thinking of Meagan? But now she was gone. He retraced his steps and flung open his bedroom door and stepped out into the hallway.
"Chauncey, come up here right this moment," he called loudly to the slave who tended to all his needs.
He heard a shuffling of feet on the stairway, and Chauncey appeared at the top of the stairway, puffing to catch
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