he knew the hour had come, to keep a promise he had made. the time to settle up, and now a note that must be paid. the price he’d never argued, the terms... oh, these were clear; but he’d not imagined this, the cost of giving up his freedom he held dear. in retrospect he could have run, he surely wouldn’t be the first; but it was something in her eyes that said, “boy, this ain't your worst nightmare! trust me hon, to leave would be a downward slide. best stay and walk this aisle, love, it don't pay to leave behind your bride. my brother’s worn his runnin’ boots, and daddy brought his gun; his hound dog knows your scent, try runnin’ boy, you might be done. if i were you i’d weigh the odds, and besides... is it me you fancy on your arm? or would you wish instead the jaws of daddy’s dog?”
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*post script.
not my story, just my wild imagination running down the street. the thought of it made me smile and when i read it to my sweet wife she chuckled aloud. so if you did too, i will consider my work here to be done! enjoy, my friends!! (: Steve