cream-and-silver

Updated: May 10, 2025

Casey hogged the next safety-zone line to the deep disgust of a young movie star in a cream-and-silver racer, and pulled in to the curb just where he could not be passed. "All right, ma'am. You can drive, then." He slid out of the driver's seat to the pavement, his face a deeper shade of red than usual. "For pity's sake, Casey! Don't be silly," his wife cried sharply, a bit of panic in her voice.

B. M. Bower - The Trail of the White Mule