Chapter Eighteen
~May 4~
“Mrs. Rutledge, we’re going to overturn!” Mr. Sherman shouted from just next to her on the bench of his phaeton. It was most definitely not built for such high speed, but Amelia wasn’t worried. She was certain the vehicle—and the two of them—would be fine. And she so wanted to win this race!
She slapped the horses again with the reins, encouraging them to go even faster. She wasn’t too sure they could. They were already at a flat-out run, and she was having a hard enough time keeping the two of them in hand.
“Mrs. Rutledge!” Mr. Sherman’s distressed voice reached through her determination.
“It’s all right, Mr. Sherman, we’re going to win this race and then have a lovely afternoon in Bath. I hear the water is disgusting,” she laughed.
“I don’t think we’re goin
