Henry POV Walking back inside from clearing the path to the privy, I was met with the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. My Abigail was sitting on the settee, still in her nightdress, her feet tucked under her. She was reading a book; I didn’t have to look to know it was probably Pride and Prejudice. She had told me once that it was her favorite and that she would read it several times each year. I was happy to learn that she had similar ideas as I did while we were stuck in the snow storm. When I lifted her into my arms, she wrapped hers around my neck and I quickly made my way into the bedroom where I spent the rest of the morning showing her the kind of pleasures to be found in the marriage bed. We finally emerged from the bedroom just after noon. Abigail donned her nightdress once more and I pulled on my long underwear. Earlier in the day, Abigail had put the remainder of yesterday’s stew on the stove

Henry POV I watched as Levi and Wohali brought Zeke out of the barracks. He looked terrible and I wanted to pity him, but my rage wouldn’t allow me the privilege. He put Abigail at risk and that demands justice. Be honest with yourself, it’s not justice, it’s vengeance and you know it, I thought to myself. My mind was brought back into focus when he started yelling for Abigial to forgive him. “Silence!” I yelled at him, “The prisoner will not speak until spoken to.” How dare he think he had the right to speak to her. To her credit, she stood still, never acknowledging his presence, other than following his movement to the whipping post. Once he was tied to the post, Wohali made his way to us and I urged Abigail to go and stand with him. I heard him tell her that she could go to the house if it became too much for her to handle. My chest puffed up slightly with pride when she told him that if his wife would watch, than so would she. She was fierce and strong. I knew that was why she

Henry POV My first thought when I opened my eyes this morning was that it didn’t matter where I was, waking up with Abigail in my arms was the best feeling in the world. I was reveling in the feel of her soft body lying next to me, trying not to wake her up. I wanted her to sleep as long as possible this morning. We were close enough that even if we chose not to cross the river until mid-morning, we would still make it home before night fall. We rode hard yesterday and she never complained. When Abigail was missing, Matthew had told me during one of our chats that Levi said she never complained on the way from St. Louis either. Her only complaint was that it was taking too long or the horses were moving to slowly. I smiled as I imagined her standing with her hands on her hips and tapping her foot in her impatient at the slow speed of the horses. She let out a soft whine, “No, please.” 

Henry POV Abigail was fast asleep when I crawled into bed last night. She didn’t even stir when I pulled her into my arms. At some point during the night, she turned and put her head in the crook of my shoulder. She used my shoulder as a pillow on the night we consummated our marriage and had been doing it ever since. The truth was, I loved the way she wanted to be close to me. When we woke this morning, her face wasn’t as pale as it had been the last few days. I was fearful that she might be getting sick but she never complained. But seeing her face with a more normal tone and a glow on her face, my insides relaxed. She must have just been exhausted from her travels and the kidnapping, just as she said last night. We ate a quick breakfast of biscuits and dried beef before we went to the livery for our horses. Some of the forts had stables, but here at Fort Sill, we had a livery. Our wagons, riding gear and t

Abigail POV This past week has been a whirlwind of activity. After the buffalo hunt Sunday, we arrived back to the fort late. When I asked Henry if he would allow me to shave his beard, I never would have thought he would want to shave my woman’s area. I was shocked at first because we had been together for almost a full week and he hadn’t mentioned it. I did ask him about that later in the week and he said it was something he wanted to do the first night we were together but he decided that he would wait until we were here, in our home and that made sense. And then he didn’t want me to wear my drawers. But I retaliated by telling him that he couldn’t wear drawers either. I was expecting him to argue with me but he didn’t. He just smirked at me and took them off. It did save time. Several times this week, he would be in his office working and I would decide that I wanted to f*ck, as he called it. I would just wa