Four towered over Les, a bear of a man in his black tux and dress boots, his Stetson in his hand. “I already promised you I will.” If he didn’t, Les knew his father-in-law would fight with his two sons for the right to tear him limb from limb. “Not that I wouldn’t anyway. Thank you for sharing her love with me.” He looked at the crowd around them, as proper a group of hot-blooded Texans as he’d ever seen, not a hint of anything that his smiling parents could construe as being depraved or even off-color. Buck Oakley was his affable self, dressed in formalwear and escorting a well-dressed and well-spoken sub who’d played with Les at the Neon Lasso before Les had discovered Deidre was more than enough woman for him. Ranchers for miles around had come to wish him and Deidre well. Some of the guests had already left now that Deidre had gone upstairs with Karen and Liz to change out of her wedding gown.
