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Chapter 39

           Ashepickedupthesackofoatsandturnedaway,awobbly-wheeledwagonswayedoutofasidestreetandcreakeduptothem.Willcalledfromtheseat:"I’msorryI’mlate,Scarlett."

           Climbingawkwardlydownfromthewagon,hestumpedtowardherand,bending,kissedhercheek.Willhadneverkissedherbefore,hadneverfailedtoprecedehernamewith"Miss"and,whileitsurprisedher,itwarmedherheartandpleasedherverymuch.Heliftedhercarefullyoverthewheelandintothewagonand,lookingdown,shesawthatitwasthesameoldricketywagoninwhichshehadfledfromAtlanta.Howhaditeverheldtogethersolong?Willmusthavekeptitpatchedupverywell.Itmadeherslightlysicktolookatitandtorememberthatnight.IfittooktheshoesoffherfeetorfoodfromAuntPitty’stable,she’dseethattherewasanewwagonatTaraandthisoneburned.

           WilldidnotspeakatfirstandScarlettwasgrateful.Hethrewhisbatteredstrawhatintothebackofthewagon,cluckedtothehorseandtheymovedoff.Willwasjustthesame,lankandgangling,pinkofhair,mildofeye,patientasadraftanimal.

           TheyleftthevillagebehindandturnedintotheredroadtoTara.Afaintpinkstilllingeredabouttheedgesoftheskyandfatfeatherycloudsweretingedwithgoldandpalestgreen.Thestillnessofthecountrytwilightcamedownaboutthemascalmingasaprayer.

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