Cherish

“Well, then, I’ve decided to marry you the way an Apache man would in an urgent situation.”

“Wh-what does that entail?”

He touched the tip of her nose and winked at her. “Rebecca Ann Morgan, from this moment and until I’m dust in the wind, you’re my woman, my life, my heart. I have spoken it.”

“And that’s all there would be to it?” At his nod, she looked slightly appalled. “And what words would I say?”

“You don’t get to say nothin’.”