“Well, Mrs. West, are you ready to go back home?” “Yes,” Callie said, and after they signed the necessary papers and Clint taking their copy of their marriage license, they walked outside hand in hand. As Clint helped her into the buckboard, she couldn’t help but think it was a fine day for a wedding, even though they had no one there but the preacher and his wife. “You okay?” Clint asked, jumping up on the buckboard and taking the reins in his hands. “Yes.” “You’re being awful quiet.” She watched as he turned the wagon around and they headed out of town. She didn’t miss the curious stares of the people on the sidewalks. “I’m just overwhelmed. Everything went so fast this morning and now I’m a married woman and a little nervous.” “I don’t expect you do be any different. I just want you to be yourself. You sleep in your room and I’ll sleep in mine.” “Then you don’t want me?” “I didn’t say that, but we hardly know each other. Let’s just take it one day at a time and I want you to be happy, Callie. Looks like all we got is each other.”
