Pregnant, certainly or she wouldn’t be marrying someone nearly twice her age, his thoughts bore judgment, there was no need for words.
Brandon breathed a sigh of relief has the reverend spoke his final words, kissing his Wife gently before leading her down the aisle.
A small gathering of town folk had assembled outside the church; Jake abandoned all formalities as he mingled with the spectators.
Jo recalled from previous experiences there was no sentiment in her Pa, though she hoped on this occasion he would have diminished his pride, if only to wish her well, it wasn’t to be, she had said a tearful goodbye to Lydia and Giles.
Brandon introduced her to his brothers Mike and Ben. She had taken an instant liking to Ben, there was warmth in his voice, a genuine politeness to his nature, he appeared younger, wide set across the shoulders his waistline firm has though he had taken care of his diet over the years, or not afraid of work.
Brandon had noticed his wife's admiration it had turned his blood cold as he watched their idle chatter, and the genuine friendship that seemed to be forming between them.
His disapproval showed with a shake of his head, and a glance that could kill him quietly assured Ben there was plenty work to be finished back home.
Mike seemed a flunky agreeing with everything Brandon said, a wayward character with no mind of his own. He was the youngest of the three brothers tall with slim features.
Jo was puzzled by his behaviour and noticed Brandon appeared protective towards him. They were speaking ill of Ben has Mike climbed into the passenger side of the truck, she was sure Ben had known of his brothers slur though he smiled with a shrug as he jumped into the driver's seat.
Everyone had soon dispersed and now she was being driven to her new home.
Placing the incident behind him, he turned towards his wife ‘“you seem deep in thought,” he said observing her slightly parted lips her breathing steady, more than he could say of his own, so seductive and innocent she appeared, he braved his hand on her knee slowly edging upwards to her inner thigh.
Jo felt the colour rise in her cheeks as she discreetly removed his hand, causing him to laugh and declare “later- I can wait.”
She tried to place her role as Brandon's wife it was her moral obligation now, her duty bound, once she had mastered her first night, the thought caused an unusual sensation in the pit of her stomach, she glanced at her husband sure he could read her mind, he smiled “you can just make out the chimney stack” he was saying pointing in the direction of the valley in the distance, hiding amongst the vast mountain range.
Jo believed there was nowhere more remote than the place she had been born and spent her childhood days, this was unbelievable no civilization for miles nothing only dusty trails leading through the mountain pass, the scenery was spectacular the wild ravines cascading down the craggy terrain she dreaded to think what critters hid amongst the forest,
the black grizzle, coyote, wolves, the spirit bear, naming but a few.
“Hope you have transport in mind,” Jo asked observing the sharp bends, that wove in and out the rugged track.
Brandon appeared confused, “Ah you're thinking of spending my money already are you? He answered, saying no more on the subject.
“Where’s the timber yard? She asked noting the distance they had travelled and knowing Giles would not care to travel along the mountain track to work every day.
“Past it half an hour since, there was a turning on your right as we crossed the bridge,” he answered.
Jo stared in awe as they approached the cabin, the lake motionless in the background; he