I’ve lived in this world a long time, and you can’t change what you like, even if you’d want to.
The carriage could only clop along at about ten miles per hour, which only accentuated Imogene’s excitement. She urged it onward: "Fly, horse, fly!
Buddy ran down the road, turned into another street, and vanished as if he had never been there, like another ghost from New Orleans's past.
Jackson watched in amazement that she had convinced the driver to handle the vehicle in such a way. Tourists began taking pictures of Imogene, standing tall in the seat while the driver guided the horse with the reins. She kept her eye trained on Cat...
