AN: Yes I know the jail scene has been done and done, but just like every other author I wanted to put my own spin on it. This is a more of a what-if Rhett and Scarlet met before the barbeque. Had a longer pass that made Rhett's stare as Scarlet ascended more prominent.
Not to proud of this chapter so it might get altered based on reviews or attention I finally give it.
Chapter One
Scarlett was never a naïve girl. She knew that her father spoiled her in luo of having a son, and fully expected her to marry a man that would be proud to own Tara. She knew her mother wished she was more lady like and less spirited. She knew her sisters were jealous of her dark hair, green eyes, and small waist. She knew that men were attracted to her because she played them all, and were therefore serious about none. And she knew when the war hit that her life would be changed.
Admittedly not all the changes were due to the war itself. Yes her husband was killed, but not necessarily in battle. Yes she grew up faster than expected, but she was sixteen with a child. Yes she had responsibilities beyond her experiences, but that could have happened without the war. The war just accelerated her hardships. Left her in destitute, a ruined plantation, sick family members, and taxes she would never be able to pay.
Rhett was her only hope.
Scarlett knew Rhett would ask from something in return for money and the entire ride to Atlanta she thought of her list. She really only had three things that could interest a man like Rhett. Only one of them was she truly sure would convince him to help her. But to play that card would be like cheating at a card game. Was she willing to pay that price?
For truly, only Scarlett knew what she stood to lose if Rhett was not willing to help her.
"Suppose we get down to the truth. You want something from me and you want it badly enough to put on quite a show on your velvets. What is it, money?"
"I want three hundred dollars to pay the taxes on Tara. Oh Rhett, I did lie to you when I said everything was all right. Things are just as bad as they possibly could be. And you've got millions, Rhett."
"What collateral are you offering?"
"My ear bobs..."
"Not interested."
"Mortgage on Tara..."
"What would I do with a farm?"
"You wouldn't lose, I'd pay you back after next year's cotton."
"Not good enough. Have you nothing better?"
"Wade. I will send him to Charleston, to your mother."