I only own Sorrell.
Sorrell's POV
I sat on the small cussioned chair and looked across the room to where Mr...er..Excuse me Monsuire De Changy stood. O excuse me my name is Sorrell...Sorrell Scarlett Peire and I'm 15.
"Monsuire" The young nobelman said to my father. "This is a chance you family will have. You can invest in the Opera house and make money along the way."
It took every thing in me not to say anything to the young man.
"Okay Vicomte I will invest into the Opera Populaire." My father said.
I rolled my eyes and excused myself laying my sewing on the small side table. Polke one of our servents we brought with us from Gorgia was walking in from the kitchen where he must have been helping Prissy and Mammy cook our supper.
"Evenin' Miz Sorrell." He greeted me.
"Polke." I said as I made my way upstairs to my room.
That had been three months ago. Now I was outside at the large barn. My family had been on of the largest horse breeders in America before the war that uderly destroyed my life and got me stuck here in this dump on the outskirts of Pairis France. Mother and Father are back home on buissness trying to restore the plantation. Once the Union government had issued that all slaves be freed we had given them a choice to go or stay most had been faithful to our family and stayed otheres had told my father that they wished to head west to start there own farms. Lord how I missed those days. I was intereupted from my thoughts as I heard thesound of the horses running toward the barn. No we did not own Through Breeds we raise much smarted srtonger and not as hotheaded Quarter Horses.
I stood at the gait as they ran up. A small Red Roan yearling staillion came up to were I was and stopped nearly hitting the gait. I laughed a little and looked at him his dark copper red hair and strawberry blond mane he had a back sock on both feet and a full blaze, his legs matched his head and his body was silver fleaked with the coppery red.
"Hello Red." I said rubbing his muzzel the other horses milled around and one mare inperticulare was pitching a fit.
She was a big mare with a short mane and long this tail she was a sorrell with white sprinkeled around her flank mane and tail she has a full blaze and back socks.
"PLAYMATE!" I yelled as she penned her ears back and tried to bite a four year old buckskin gelding.
Playmate spun over her hocks and looked at me ears flicked foreward and holding her head as if to say 'I'm inoccent'. I rolled my eyes and let the horses into there stalls before saddeling playmate in a Mclelen army saddle that had been given to me. Playmate danced as I tightened my cinch and put the bit in her mouth adjusting the brow band. Mammy decided to come out.
"Miz Sorrell it aint fittin' fo' a young girl to set astraddel a hoss." She scollded.
I tapped Playmate with my heels and she walked away. O and did I happen to mention that I am wearing Long trosers and lose fitting mans shirt. I lopped out into a pasture and sat up on a hill over looking Paris. I let out a snort as I saw girls in the streets mostlikly shopping. I had never been in love with shoping the war came and after about a year or so Atlanta had been destroyed.
Over the tops of the houses and shops toward this side of town was the Opera House. Thats what I'm going to do today! I took Playmate and spin her over her hocks and trotted down the hill when the barn cameinto view I slowed her to a walk.
"Don't need you bein' barnsower do we." I said as she popped her head and snorted.
I took her in and had Skillet unsaddel her and wash her off as I brought out a Small yellow mare with a full blaze and saddeled her in my western saddel and tied her next toher water bucket. I ran inside and changed into a gown it was blue it had been my favorite bar-b-q dress back before the war. After I told Mammy where I was going I put my cowhide headstall on my mare Squirt and lopped off toward the Opera house.