faintly
humorous
smile on
his lips.
“Miss
Scarlett,”
he
questioned,
“just how
much cash
money have
you got?”
“Are you
going to
try to
marry me
for my
money,
Will?” she
asked
somewhat
crossly.
“No, Ma’m.
But I just
wanted to
know.” She
stared at
him
inquiringly.
Will
didn’t
look
serious,
but then
he never
looked
serious.
However,
she felt
that
something
was wrong.
“I’ve got
ten
dollars in
gold,” she
said. “The
last of
that
Yankee’s
