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.“Is there an end loose? Do I look foolish?”“Not at all.” But his gaze lingered a little too long.“Something’s not right.”He shook his head.“You’ll have a time of it climbing into the cockpit with that skirt.Tuck it tight around your legs once you’re settled or it’ll blow into your face and my field of vision.You should have worn the outfit you had on yesterday.”Darcy inched up her skirt a little.His eyes widened as she revealed overalls.“Harriet Quimby had a flying suit that could convert from bloomers to a skirt,” she said.“I thought such an arrangement might prove practical today, given the circumstances.”He whistled, long and low and with obvious appreciation.“Miss Shea, you surprise me sometimes.”“Darcy,” she insisted.“If I’m going to put my life in your hands, you should call me Darcy.”The warm notes of his laughter resonated deep within her.“Is that all you think of my ability to pilot this plane? Well Darcy, let me tell you a little secret.I have never wrecked an aeroplane, and I don’t intend to start today.”The little flutter inside her roared into full-blown excitement.He wasn’t just any aviator.He was the best, the absolute best—and he was taking her up in his plane.Burrows hopped down and indicated the plane was ready to go.At last.Hunter confirmed a few last-minute details while Darcy gathered her skirt and climbed aboard.From atop the lower wing, she could see clear to town.No one coming.“Forward cockpit,” Jack said.“I know.” Once in the cockpit, she stretched her legs past the rudder bar and eyed the wheel.Good heavens, she could actually fly the plane from here.She placed her hands on the wheel and closed her eyes, imagining for a moment what it would be like to be in control.“Ready?”Darcy’s eyes popped open, and she hastily secured her seat belt.She pulled the motor hood over her hair.Jack passed her a pair of goggles, and their hands touched.That same spark.She jerked away and fumbled with the eye gear.“Remember, we won’t be able to talk in flight,” he said while she retrieved the goggles, “so a thumb down means you want to land.”Darcy nodded.Jack shouted to Burrows, and the mechanic gave the propeller a tug.With a whir and a roar, the motor gained speed.The plane began moving forward, slowly at first, then bumping more and more rapidly across the field.The Baker house and barn vanished behind them, and the village approached.She could see Terchie’s and the roof of the bank.Papa.A wave of regret washed over her.She hadn’t exactly told him what she was doing.He’d only forbid it.But still, it was wrong.Forgive me, she prayed.The end of the field loomed closer and closer.She gripped the edge of the cockpit.If they didn’t get in the air soon, they’d clip the trees.She could end up like so many aviators: dead or severely injured.“Watch out,” she yelled, though there was no way Jack could have heard her.She wished they could stop now, wished she’d gotten her father’s approval, but it was too late.Soon she’d be smashed to bits.They hurtled toward the trees.Then, when it seemed certain they’d crash, the bumping stopped and the plane rose.Darcy screamed.The icy air blasted her face and made her shiver, but as soon as she looked below, she forgot how cold she was.Trees and houses shrank below her until they looked like toys.Jack banked to the right, toward town.Pearlman looked so small, so insignificant from above.There stood her house, the kitchen window lit.Maybe her parents would hear the noise and look out, never suspecting their daughter was flying overhead.She was flying! In the air, above the earth, like the eagle.God had not created her to fly, but she’d done it.She had done it on her own—well, with the help of Jack Hunter—and it was every bit as wonderful as she’d imagined.From this height she could see how rivers and roads and railways connected the scattered houses one to the other in a great web.This was how God had made the world.How He watched over it.She leaned back, letting the air flow past her face, and gazed straight into the heavens.This was where she belonged.In the sky.Here, above the busy-ness of the world, she would make her place, and it would truly matter.She’d show the world that women deserved to be treated equally.Same wages, same voting privileges, equal stakes in marriage.She would change the world.Then the engine coughed.It almost died before racing madly.The plane accelerated.Darcy looked back.Jack was frantically working on something in the cockpit.He wasn’t watching where they were going.He wasn’t even steering.She grabbed the wheel and tried to hold it in place.Then the engine died.It grew deathly quiet, with only the whistle of wind rushing past.The wheel yanked in her hands.She held on tighter.“Let go,” Jack yelled.She released it like a hot stove iron.The village, once so far away, was coming nearer and nearer in great swooping circles.They’d stalled and gone into a spin.Spins were fatal.“Do something!” she yelled.“I am.”But the buildings and trees kept coming closer.They were going to crash.“Brace yourself,” he yelled.She bent low.An exposed head could be snapped off if the plane tumbled end to end.In the eerie silence she heard Jack moving around behind her.Why wasn’t he bracing himself for impact?Then, as she offered a fervent prayer for undeserved forgiveness, the engine sprang to life.The plane shot upward, leaving her stomach on the ground.Her scream trailed across the dark-edged sky.Were they really going to live? She looked back.Jack stared at the controls.She checked below.Yes, the ground was where it belonged.She gulped in the sweet air, but she couldn’t stop shaking.Jack circled, lined up the field and brought the plane down.It bumped and hopped over the uneven earth, bouncing her brain against her skull.But after the plane came to a halt and the propeller turned slower and slower until it stopped, a fierce ache took hold [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]