She opened her mouth to reply, but closed it. We had her caught. Neither Dash nor I would tell the minister the truth behind our marriage; he may have some inkling to how marriage was viewed at Bridgewater, but never spoke of it. If Rebecca told the minister of our stance on marriage, then she would be complicit in our unusual customs. She had nay choice but to keep it to herself.

We could return to the ranch and be a family, Dash, Rebecca and I, but her staunch morals required the union in the marriage books, or whatever they were called in the Territory. If she needed to stand in front of a minister in order for me to touch her, to fuck her, to make her mine with as much right as Dash, then so be it.

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