Wrangled by the Alien Rancher (Cowboy Colony Mail-Order Brides, #2)

by Ursa Dax

“Never, Darcy. Let me prove it to you. Let me prove what a good husband I can be.”

Stop it rn

I cast my wife – my wife! I have a wife! – a grateful look.

Oh Fallon, you cutie patootie lol

Frankly, I found it rather rude that he did not immediately go white-eyed and fall to his knees when confronted with my wife’s beauty for the first time.

Help, I’m obsessed with this love sick fool

I did not look at my exile like some of the other men here do. I considered it a relief. It was a fresh start. I love working with my hands. I love the land. I love Sora and the shuldu and the bracku. And I love you.” He said it so easily, looking right into my eyes. Like it was the most natural thing in the world. “Being sent here saved my life. Marrying you completed it.”

I’m sobbing like a baby

But nobody insulted my wife in my earshot and got away with it.

YES FALLON!!!

“Every day,” I seethed, as if my very soul were seeping out from between my teeth, “I thank the sun for rising just so it can shine upon her. Simply to breathe the air beside her is something that I treasure and fight every moment to deserve. I do not care if you do not respect me. But you will respect my wife.”