
Civil Warriors: Â A story of Love and Possession
There were things the Sagamores could and could not do:
William defied all social norms.
Georgie could be trusted with any secret.
Georgia Anne did as she pleased.
And, John Richard would kill a man for hurting her.
But,
William could not keep his feelings hidden.
Georgie could not let an innocent man die.
Georgia Anne could not be a slave.
And, despite going to hell, John Richard could not stop loving her.
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The hot ice of Eleanorâs voice brought the world back with crashing awareness. The center of the Conrac Ball was not the place to kiss Georgia Anne, to hold her intimately.
Eleanor stood shoulder to shoulder with Augusta Conrac and her husband Jesse Senior. Doctor Will and Uncle John followed them over, and behind them all, Lucy and Jesse Jr. held twin smirks.
âWhat do you think you are doing, young man?â Jesse Sr. puffed himself up to his full height of five foot seven.
âI will not tolerate this behavior in my home.â Augusta Conrac pointed to Georgia Anne.
âHasnât she caused enough scandal?â Although Eleanor was right up on them, she didnât lower her voice. âYou besmirch the Sagamore name.â
âLittlebit, get your wrap. Weâre going home.â
Shaking, Georgia Anne turned away.Â
Lucy dogged her.
Eleanor opened and closed her fan with exaggerated force. âWhat an outrageous spectacle. This behavior must cease, at once.â
âWeâre leaving, Mother.âÂ
âI demand you remove that negro-hussy from my house.â Mrs. Conrac raised her voice to match Eleanorâs.Â
âNow, ladies,â Uncle John tried to push the sound down with both hands. âCalm down. He said they were leaving.â
âLeaving, I should hope so.â Jesse Sr.âs head bobbed up and down.
âYou should never have brought her,â Eleanor said.
âThis is a respectable home,â Augusta reminded them.
âActually, William brought herââÂ
âDonât muddle the issue, Will.â Eleanor shooshed him. âJohn Richard, I demand you apologize forâŚforâŚeverything.â
âI demand you atone for the sin youâve brought into my home.â Augusta nodded, agreeing with herself.
Jesse Sr. said, âThis party cost me a fortune, young man. Youâve ruined it. I demand reimbursement. Every penny.â
Eleanor added one more requirement to the list. âI demand you get rid of that niggra.â
âYes,â Augusta said. âItâs the only way.â
A muscle in John Richardâs lip twitched, as if he would smile. âDemand, and be damned.â

Novelist, Reviewer, Content Editor, Blogger, T-shirt Wearer, and Professional Snacker; Tracy A. Ball is a native Baltimorean and a veteran West Virginian whose family is blended from three cultures. She has opened her home to foster children, drug addicts, AIDS victims, and anyone who needed an assist. She knows people who have committed murder and people who have dined with the pope.
Which is why she writes sweet stories about tough love, tough stories about sweet love, and takes long naps.










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