High Hearts

High Hearts

Rita Mae Brown

Language: English

Pages: 339

ISBN: 0553278886

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

From the celebrated author of Rubyfruit  Jungle and Bingo  comes a stirring novel of the Civil War, a tale of  true love and mistaken identity. Brimming with  colorful characters and vivid settings, High  Hearts is Rita Mae Brown at her most  ambitious and entertaining.

April 12,  1861. Bright, gutsy and young,Geneva Chatfield  marries Nash Hart in Albemarle County, Virginia, the  same day Fort Sumter's guns fire the start of the  Civil War. Five days later she loses him as Nash  joins the Confederate Army. Geneva, who is known  as the best rider since Light Horse Harry Lee,  cuts her hair, dons a uniform, enlists as "Jimmy  Chatfield," then rides off to be with her  beloved Nash. But sensitive Nash recoils in horror  from the violence of war, while Geneva is  invigorated by the chase and the fight. Can she be all the  man her husband isn't? She'll sure as hell try.  But there is a complication, and his name is Major  "Mars" Vickers. This macho major, to his own  shock and amazement, finds himself inexplicably  attracted to the young soldier named "Jimmy."  And this is only the beginning of a novel that  moves with sureness and grace from the ferocity of  battle to the struggle on the homefront, and brings  passion and sly humor to a story of dawning love.  High Hearts is a penetrating,  delightful and sweeping tale that gives fresh life to a  fascinating  time

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A series of landings on the James River provided them with a way out if they decided to leave. No one knew what would happen next. If McClellan dumped his army in the lap of the navy, sailing them back to Washington, D.C., it would be the end of his career and the end of the war in this part of the country for at least a year. Even with horrendous losses, McClellan still fielded more men than the Confederacy. The horses slipped on the soggy ground. The meadows, woods, and swamps choked with the

was delirious then, so I discounted that or pretended to. When I kissed him, I felt myself come to life again. It was the strangest thing, but I felt that we were one person, two people with one heartbeat. He cried, too. He got hold of himself and found Mother. He said, ‘Mrs. Chatfield, your daughter has agreed to marry me, but I would like your permission and your blessing.’ Mother threw her arms around him and kissed him, too. So we were married. Then Sumner was born, then Jeb, then your

creature, Ernie June then spoke louder for Tincia’s understanding. “Girl, don’t never want to hear you talkin’ ‘bout cups and measurements. That don’t make a good cook. That make a chemist.” Corn pudding, favored by Sumner, would grace the table tonight. She’d heard the news, the men were leaving tomorrow. Well, Ernie would play her part. Boyd carefully stirred the pudding, and Ernie returned to her two other ovens. One was a huge hearth. She stepped down into it. On either side of the hearth

big ‘un, but you’re still a young ‘un.” “I’m as good as anybody and better than most!” He laughed. “All right, boy, don’t git your feathers ruffled. I see your vanity is cut to your size. I hope they do take you.” She walked over to her saddlebags. Lutie had packed cheeses, smoked sausages, and bread. Geneva tore into the sausage, then remembered her manners and offered Banjo a bite. “Thank you, no.” He shifted to get his weight on his left leg. “I’d be joining the cavalry, too, but as you

struck. “This pin got nothin’ to do with poontang. You think we wet behind the ears, Peter!” Peter, tired from the incessant questioning, cracked, “I need money. Once outta here, I need money.” Braxton cuffed him. “Fool!” By midnight they’d reached a solution. Peter would have jeopardized every slave on Chatfield had he run off, but Alafin had hurt only Peter. Yet a servant stealing from a servant soured everyone. It was one thing to take from the master; it was quite another to fleece another

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