Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
“Can you ride or would you rather take a wagon?”
“I can ride.”
He went and mounted then watched unabashedly as she ran to the corral, put a bridle on Polaris, and swung up on his bare back. She waved at him and he followed her, heading away from town. His large horse ate up the ground after her.
She stopped a while later and dismounted. He did the same and tied his horse. Hers, he noticed just wandered.
“Tell me how you came to have him.”
Her grin shone with her love for Polaris. “I got him from the Choctaw Nation. I have a friend in the tribe. They still have horses with the pure Spanish Mustang stock, her father gave him to me as a gift of that friendship.”
He was suitably impressed, well aware how hard it was for the Army to get them. At least without stealing them.
“Come here,” he muttered, craving the feel of her against him. He grabbed his bedroll from behind the saddle, spread it out, and lay down with her in his arms. For a while they didn’t speak, just lay there, his hand over her womb, a slight sense of disbelief that his child grew there. The sun had begun to set and he enjoyed the view.
“I love you, Rebecca.”
“What?” She moved her head and stared at him.
“I said I love you. I have for a long time now. It’s something I should have said that afternoon in the barn but I was so shocked you’d said those words, I never did.” She closed her eyes and burrowed closer. “Will you come with me?”
“I can’t leave Mama to do all of this, Cy.”
He hesitated but realized it wasn’t a no. “Okay, I’ll come here.”
“And do what?”
“I have a lot of skills.”
“I know,” she said in a husky voice.
He grinned. “I will find work here so you can be near your family. I’ll provide you with a good home, Rebecca.”
“Are you asking me to marry you?”
He almost held his breath. “Yes.”
“Will they let us?”
He didn’t give a damn. “Say yes right here. God approves of our love, Rebecca. That’s all that matters.”
She rolled and stared at him. “Yes.”
He shifted and withdrew what he’d also purchased with the lemon candy.
“Here.”
“Oh Cy.” She stared at the ring.
“Give me your hand.”
She did and he slipped the thin gold band on her finger.
“My wife.”
She rolled on top of him. “My husband.”
Never had a word sounded better. He nibbled along her lips. “When’s supper?”
She rose up and went to work removing his pants. “When we get there.”
Brazen little filly. Cy agreed and soon he was making love to his wife. Never would he think of her as anything but his.
“I love you, Rebecca,” he whispered as they came together in a flurry of brilliant colors.
“And I you, Cy.”
Watching her bathed in the sun’s glow, he thanked God for that fateful ride which brought her into his life. For it would never be the same. Moreover, he looked forward to each day with Rebecca at his side.
The End