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02.01.2011 um 04:06 Uhr

@@@@@I haven't ridden horseback for so long that 191

@@@@@I haven't ridden horseback for so long that anything with spirit would throw me for sureHow I used to love to ride when the stables at Tara were fullPa was so proud of his horsesSuellen had hands like anvils, she could ruin the mouth of an alligatorAnd Carreen was afraid, even of her ponyBut I used to race with Pa, hell for leather on the roads, almost winning sometimes"Katie Scarlett," he'd say, "you ve got the hands of an angel and the nerve of the devil himselfIt's the O'Hara in you, a horse will always recognize an Irishman and give his best for himTara's woods smelled sharp, just like these, pine prickling in my noseAnd the birds singing and the rustling leaves underfoot and the peace of it allI wonder how many acres Rhett's got? I'll find out from RosemaryShe probably knows right down to the square inchI hope this Miss Ashley isn't the dragon Rhett makes her out to beWhat was it Rhett said? She looks like she drinks vinegarHe is funny when he's nastylong as it's not about me"Scarlett! Catch up, we're almost there Rosemary's call came from aheadScarlett flicked the neck of her horse with her crop and it walked marginally fasterRhett and Rosemary were already out of the wood when she reached themAt first all she could see was Rhett, sharp-edged clear in the bright sunlightHow handsome he is, and how well he sits his horse, not a sluggish old thing like mine, but a real horse with plenty of fire to himLook at the way the horse's muscles are twitching under hisskin, yet he's still as a statue, just from the grip of Rhett's knees and his hands on the reinsRosemary gestured, catching Scarlett's eye, directing it to the scene ahead, and Scarlett caught her breathShe had never cared about architecture, never noticed it

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