“Well, there’s the place. Ordered some curtains and such from the mercantile but it’ll be a spell ‘fore they arrive.”
“How…delightful.” were the only words the newly-wed Mrs. Bertram “Bear Trap” Benton could find.
He stared at the ground in shamed silence before looking up, a single tear trickling down his grizzled cheek.
“It ain’t no palace or nothin’ but it’s all ours and I reckon, if you’ll allow me, I’ll make ya the happiest wife in a hunnert miles.”
Prudence's heart softened and she took his hand. “Well then, husband, I suppose we should move my things into our…home.”
This story was written for the weekly Friday Fictioneers flash photo prompt.