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"You're wrong, you know. I'm here to be a physician. I'm not looking for a husband." "Sometimes a man doesn't care what a woman is looking for, especially if he wants her for his own." "I don't need a husband." "Every woman needs a man." "Only a man would say that."
First, big ups to Vivica for setting him straight
2 Jenkins is so good with banter. It's where she builds all the chemistry and I love it
Vivid walked over to the man and demanded, "I need to borrow your rifle, sir." The farmer seemed so surprised by her authoritative manner he handed it over without a word. Vivid quickly checked the shells, closed the chamber, sighted, and fired.
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Before Nate could speak further the black-garbed Widow Moss came charging into his office towing his daughter, Majestic.
"What happened to your hat, Pa?" Magic asked, picking it up from where he'd tossed it on the desk. She stuck two small brown fingers through the hole and wiggled them. "Looks like it's been shot to death."
"How long has your family been here, Mr. Grayson?" "Since '37," Magic answered for him. "Pa Grayson got freed and came here all the way from Carolina." "Did he come alone?" Vivid asked her. "No, there were thirty-four people. They came here and founded Grayson Grove. Do you have a family, Dr. Lancaster?"
Therein lay the debate. Black Republicans were becoming increasingly disenchanted with the country's do-nothing policy concerning the South. Many Black men had lost their lives to Democratic forces while trying to vote in the election in 1874, yet representative Blacks such as Douglass and Pinchback were calling on Blacks to consider voting Democratic this time around to keep the Republicans from taking the Black vote for granted. As far as Vivid knew, few Blacks had crossed over.
The breeze felt fresh, invigorating, so much so that she set down the bucket and turned her face to the wind. It rushed over her, filling her with its sounds and vitality, and evoking fond memories of being young.
Vivid looked down at him and said, "I assume driving is a man's job, too?"
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Jewel was a beautiful, cinnamon-skinned young woman but terribly, terribly thin. "How
"Frederick Douglass represents only Frederick Douglass," came Mr. Crowley's response to Vivid's inquiry about whom he would designate as the true spokesman of the race. "Oh, Fred's a great orator, probably one of the best the race has ever seen, but he always waits for someone else to test the water first. He was one of the last on the wagon for taking up arms to end slavery. Never much respected his opinion after that, and his private life is a mess."