driver, sits in the shade of a tree, fanning himself with a wide leaf. Thereâs a bucket of water and a dipper beside him.
âMorninâ, Gabriel. Drink?â he asks.
âNo sir, but I âspect those workers are thirsty.â I nod in the direction of the corn.
âI âspect youâre right,â he replies, only he doesnât move to offer them any.
I continue on, not sure where Iâm going. I do know where Iâm
not
going. Iâm not going near Newcastle or the stable even though Iâm lousy with missing the horses. I know, like Pa said, that I need to care for them, but my fear of Newcastle keeps me away.
Sweet singing floats from the orchard and stops my journey. I search the grove, spotting Annabelle up in a peach tree. Her bare toes cling to a lower branch while she reaches over her head for early peaches. Her straw hatâs hanging from a leafy twig; a basket is propped in the crotch of three branches.
I canât resist. I tiptoe through the grass. When Iâm right beside her, I yell, âBoo!â
âAiiieee!â Annabelle screams. She sways and starts to fall.
Grabbing her around the knees, I hold tight until she regains her balance. Her skirt bunches up, and when I let go, she reaches down and slaps me soundly.
âGabriel Alexander, how dare you peek up my dress!â she shrieks.
âI wasnât peeking up your stupid dress! I was trying to keep you from busting open your pig head. Next time Iâll let you fall.â
âNext time donât sneak up on me!â For a second, she glowers down at me, and then her expression softens. She pats at her skirt, making sure it ainât hitched up. âWell, then, sorry I slapped you. I thought you werenât being a gentleman.â
âOh, like
you
such a lady.â I rub my cheek.
âIt was just a tiny slap. Couldnât have hurt
that
much.â
âIt like toâve knocked my ear off,â I grumble, and we both start giggling.
Annabelle passes me the basket and climbs from the tree so slowly and daintily, I have time to select a ripe peach from her basket. I take a big bite, letting the juice run down my chin.
âYou could have asked permission,â she says, snatching the basket from my hand. âThese peaches arenât for slave boys. Theyâre for making peach pies for Master and Mistress.â
I snort and swallow the sweet flesh of the fruit. âWhy donât you tell them to pick their own peaches?â
Her mouth falls open.
âThen tell them to make their own pies,â I add. âI bet Mistress donât even know how to hold a rolling pin.â
âGabriel Alexander, what sassy remarks. Whatâs gotten into you?â
âNothinâ.â I toss my pit into the weeds. I wipe the juice off my chin with the back of my hand.
âDid your trip to Camp Nelson make you too bigÂheaded to live here anymore?â Annabelle sets down the basket and pulls her hat from the branch.
âNo. But it did teach me something about freedom.â I pick up the basket. âBest let me carry that for you.â
Again she stares at me. âYou might be bigheaded, but I do believe you learned some manners on your trip.â
âNaw. But my trip did show me something of the world. Thereâs a whole lot of life beyond Woodville.â
She tips her head forward and puts on her hat. âLike what?â she asks.
As we walk through the orchard, I tell her about Camp Nelson, the slaves marching to enlist, and the women outside the camp whoâve run away to be near their husbands. âPa says the slaves are enlisting to find freedom.â
âSounds to me like the men who enlisted left their women and children to starve,â Annabelle says.
âYou sound like Jackson,â I tell her. âHe scoffs, saying that black men who enlist work just as hard as slaves. âFreedomâs in Saratoga,â
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