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Dedication

I would like to dedicate this book to Sarah McNeal who came up

with the title for this book. Sarah co-authors the Sweet N Sexy Divas list and has a new release out, Harmonica Joe’s Reluctant Bride.

Thanks Sarah!

August : Texas-Arkansas border

“Take a good look out there, son. That’s what killed nearly five thousand of our men yesterday morning,” the sergeant said, spitting his tobacco out and squinting from the rising sun.

Lieutenant Jesse Coleman adjusted the spyglass and propped himself on his elbows. The air rushed from his lungs as he licked his lips, wiped his spyglass, and shifted on the grass. He watched the vision of a woman near the creek bed.

He couldn’t take his eyes from her. Although he should, it just wasn’t going to happen. He’d never seen a naked woman before. Not like this one. This woman was a mullato, the best parts of each, he decided. Her skin was almost a golden brown. As though God himself had baked her bronze. Her hips were round and full and firm looking, her legs long and thin, her waist tiny, her bosom titillating as though seeking a kiss from the sun. The only things marring that perfect body were the huge whip marks on her back, about ten of them. Cut to the quick at one time. The very thought of the beautiful creature enduring such pain made Jesse want to protect her from all harm. She intrigued him in the most basic way, but there was something more than the physical that made him watch her. Gazing upon her excited him more than he could say.

She drew a breath and his mouth fell open as his tongue seemed to lick the air.

Throwing back her head, the woman let her long hair fall against her back and hips. Her breasts hardened and grew as she inhaled the glorious day. He’d never seen hair that long on a Negress. She basked in the pre-dawn of morning. The warmth of sunrise kissed her skin. He wasn’t sure he could stand much more of her torture. His muscles tensed, relaxed and tensed again. A man could endure many things, but seeing a beautiful woman and not being able to touch her was excruciating.

The long fringe of her lashes cast shadows on her glowing cheeks.

As a gentleman he shouldn’t stare at her so, obviously she didn’t realize anyone was about so early in the morning. Pre-dawn and the dew still dampened the grass. However, he couldn’t put the spyglass down. No man could! Her beauty was God given, and not to appreciate it would be a sin.

Her long, dark hair dangled about her shoulders and back, and she tossed it to the side to brush it. Her hair wasn’t too curly, but hung more in a long wavy mass.

Black and sleek and shiny. Her face was sweet, innocent almost, her wide eyes like almonds, her mouth full like a ripe peach, her nose straight, flaring just a bit.

He licked his lips. With each stroke of the brush her full breasts jiggled, creating an ache in Jesse that was sure to cause marching problems later. He dropped his chin to the ground and groaned.

“Dear God, I should know better,” he scolded himself.

“She’s a sight, ain’t she?” The sergeant laughed.

“If she’s so dangerous, why hasn’t she been captured?”

“You want to arrest her?” the sergeant asked with a chuckle. “That’d be like killin’ the prettiest doe in the forest, wouldn’t it?”

“You got a point, but she’s out there, this close. I don’t understand.”

“We can see her right, but you put a troop out to catch her, she’d be gone before you could gather them together. She’s sure footed and knows these hills like no other. They’ve tried to get her a couple of times.”

“Just seems wrong not to try,” Jesse muttered, still unable to put the spyglass down.

“Don’t you fret about that. I’m sure the general’s got some ideas. That’s why he’s here.”

“Sergeant, how come you know so much about everybody’s business?”

“It’s a gift son, it’s a gift.” The sergeant chuckled.

Jesse’s loins jerked every time she moved, despite his efforts to control himself. He thought he’d schooled himself long ago when it came to beautiful women. He was no untried youth. He’d had a few before. Yet, the beauty before him defied his imagination. “Perfectly created for man,” he mumbled to himself.

“Maybe I’m dreaming.”

His attention centered fully on her once more. Focusing the lens so he could get an even closer look, he rubbed the grass between his fingers, closing his eyes, imagining it was her skin he touched. But the grass had no soft curves or silky textures. His hands itched to hold her firm, rounded hips, to pull them gently against him so she would know what she did to
him.
Her breasts were crowned with dark purple areolas that tipped high, begging a man’s attention. His attention. His tongue could almost taste the sweetness there.

But as she fully turned about, his gaze lowered to the exquisite dark curly hair at the juncture of her thighs. Beautiful to the point of perfection. His hands itched to delve into the dark delights.

He wished she’d put her clothes on, since the sergeant was watching her, too, and yet he didn’t. He didn’t want to mar the view with clothing. A nubile sprite in the perfect environment, she made an outstanding picture. So at home and in tune with nature, she moved about gracefully. Her body almost floated over the grass as she walked. So feminine. Moisture still beaded on her skin and rolled to the tips of her breast where it dripped silently to the ground. Jesse’s tongue reached out as if to catch it. He’d never seen such beautiful breasts before—not sagging, full and round, designed to fit a man’s hands.

He waited for her to dress. Instead, she sat on a rock near the creek and hung her unclad feet in the creek, unaware at how her breasts dangled with every splash, her nipples quite pronounced and puckering from the cool spray. His mouth watered. What would it be like to touch his lips to them? To lick the drips from her breast would be heaven itself. Jesse’s breathing grew labored. It was a miserable happiness. Self-indulgent, greedy, hungry, he thirsted for her.

She was a nymph, a goddess; she couldn’t possibly be real.

He put the spyglass down, denying himself the pleasure it gave. He’d been too long without a woman. It was torture to walk away from her. The thought of never seeing her again disturbed him. She mesmerized him. Captivated him.

But the reality of the sergeant’s words hit him. She was the enemy.

“She’s something, ain’t she?”

“Yes, sir, but how could
she
be the cause?”

“She’s a spy for the Federals, that’s how. She told them where we’d be. She’s the Black Widow.”

“Black Widow?” Jesse repeated slowly.

“That’s what we call her. Best spy this side of the Mississippi.”

“How do you know?” Jesse wished he could defend her, yet wondered if she enthralled every other man the same way she affected him.

“She’s known all over the South.” The sergeant stared at Jesse with a big grin.

“Don’t go fallin’ for her. She’s poison, son. And it’s her looks that identifies her.

Prettiest Negro woman I’ve ever seen. You could almost ferget she’s a Negress. If the captain knew she was out there, he’d have us tryin’ to arrest her. But to tell the truth, I cain’t imagine doin’ somethin’ like that to someone that beautiful.”

“Unbelievable!” Jesse sighed heavily. “I wouldn’t want to be the one to arrest her, that’s for sure.”

He put away the spyglass and slid out of sight. Getting to his feet, he marched toward his battalion with some difficulty. No matter where he went from there, no matter how long he lived, he’d always hold that vision in his heart. The image of an ideal woman. And yet, flawed when she held the fate of so many in her beautiful little hands.

She wasn’t real. He’d convinced himself of that. She was simply too perfect to be real.

Still, he thought about the woman, too much. He thought how she might feel against him. How her beautiful, full body might comfort him. Then he shrugged it away and moved on.
At least it was all right to dream.

“Lieutenant Coleman?” Major Hawkins called.

“Yes, sir,” Jesse responded, trying to put away the memory and ease his body into a more relaxed state.

“General Beauregard wants to speak with you, sir.” The major was a thin, little man with a mustache bigger than himself. He never spoke with the enlisted men unless it was important. He eyed Jesse up and down for a minute then motioned him along.

“With me?” Jesse asked, surprised that a general would call him out. Had he done something wrong? He mentally went over the past few days and couldn’t

think of a thing that might have gotten him into trouble. Their task hadn’t been an easy one, but it had been simple. Bury the dead. How could anyone get into trouble on burial detail?

“Yes, sir. Where is he?”

“Follow me, son.” The major shook his head and smiled.

“Something funny, sir?” Jesse felt at a disadvantage; Major Hawkins rarely laughed or smiled.

“You’ll see.” The major chuckled as he opened the general’s tent and waited for Jesse to enter.

“Sir, Lieutenant Coleman reporting, sir.” Jesse stared at the general as he saluted.

The general turned around to look him up and down. A smile lurked in the depths of his beady eyes. “Yes, Major, I see what you mean.”

Jesse glanced from one to the other, puzzled. The tent was scattered with maps and paperwork. The general wasn’t neat, but he was a superior officer. He didn’t have to be.

“That will be all, Major.” The general glanced at Jesse again. Major Hawkins shot Jesse another smile, saluted and left.

“Sit down, Lieutenant. You’ve had burial detail for the last couple of days, haven’t you, young man?”

“Yes, sir.” Jesse hoped he wouldn’t see any more of that for a while.

The general nodded. “An unpleasant duty, very unpleasant. But you’ll be glad to know that your next duty will make up for that and much more. We’ve had some big casualties here in Arkansas, as you’ve seen.”

“Yes, sir,” Jesse responded.

“There are many reasons for our losses. Some of it has to do with John Brown of Kansas. He’s stirring up trouble everywhere he goes, and the headstrong off Missouri. The Federals have done a job on our troops. They have all but taken the northern part of the state. They’ve had plenty of help, too. As a result, we must hold the southern half. So far Texas has held them off from the borders. Their cotton going to Mexico and other countries riles the Federals something awful.