Thankful jumped the final step in a hurry to greet her lieutenant. Her large and expensive engagement ring glittered on her gloved hand, and she giggled her way closer to Fahy who stood like a proud peacock. William shifted in his boots—determined to sneak off after the first dance and join the rough privates at drinking behind the barracks. The men continued to smoke. Thankful brushed ash from William’s cigar off of Fahy’s coat sleeve.
“Damned sorry about your pony, Weldon,” Fahy tried.
“Yes, well . . .” was all William could muster.
“Any news yet on your wedding dress, my sweet?” Fahy asked Thankful.
“Mama is being difficult, as always,” Thankful replied with a red face.
Mrs. Markham, who had been giving the private final instructions at the back door, came out now into the cool night air. “Good evening, Mr. Fahy. You look well.”
The lieutenant tipped his…
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