Jasper Whitlock stared at her from across the street. It was the first time he had seen her and he couldn't take his damn eyes off of her. She was the most beautiful woman he had seen, from her light blonde hair that shone in the sun, to the way she talked animatedly. She was beautiful and he was staring at her.
"Jasper? Jasper, help me with this would you?" Jasper looked at his mother, her eyes narrowing as she looked at her son, and then he looked back at the woman.
"Jasper!" He apologized to his mother and helped her lift the bag of feed onto the cart they were using.
"Sorry ma." His eyes once again wandered to the woman, she was facing him now, her blue eyes on him, drawing him in. He stopped his actions and watched her, a smile growing on his face when she blushed.
"Jasper Whitlock what are you looking at?" Jasper faced him mother, her brown eyes meeting his own set of brown eyes.
"Im looking at an angel." When he turned back, the woman was gone and his smile fell. Had he really even seen her or was she a figment of his imagination?
"We don't have time for that Jasper, we have to get back." He nodded and placed his hat back on his head and walked around to the front of the carriage. He stopped mid-step as the woman was by the horses, her hand placed on the right ones neck.
"Can I help you, miss?" His mother asked curtly, not appreciating the delay. They had to get back to their farm as soon as possible before an impending storm rolled in.
"I'm sorry, I was just admiring your horses. They are so beautiful. My father has 2 like these, but they are taller. I believe they're called Clydesdales? I'm not sure." He licked his dry lips and searched for something, anything to say to this angel.
"I'm sorry I'm being rude. My name is Elizabeth McFarlane. I believe we're to be neighbours. My mother and my brother and I just came off of the train. My father had been here for weeks." Jasper stepped closer to her and grabbed her outstretched hand.
He brought it to his lips, his excitement at meeting such a woman showing, as he not only stoped on her toes, but stubbed his own on the wheel of the cart. He grit his teeth and sucked up the pain, especially after hearing her laugh.
"Jasper Whitlock miss. Please to meet you." Jasper was sure he was in love. He was sure of it. He had to be.
"Nice to meet you Jasper." He felt disappointment when Elizabeth turned her attention away from him, to who he was assuming was her family.
"I have to go. It was very nice meeting you. I will see you around I suppose. We are neighbours after all." Jasper watched her walk say, his eyes never leaving her until she was out of sight.
"You are in over your head boy. That type of woman will end up marrying some rich banker. Or worse some damn lawyer. Now get in! We have to go before this damn storm hits!" Jasper climbed into the seat of the cart and grabbed the reigns from his mother.
She probably was right about the woman, the angel. She probably would marry some rich banker, or lawyer, but it was something to dream about. Himself and the angel. Himself and Elizabeth McFarlane, married, raising a family.
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Jasper had been working tirelessly all day in the hot Texas sun. He was helping fix fence posts and felt like he was about to die from the heat. He had been born and raised in Texas, and he still felt sick by the heat some days.
"It's hot out isn't it? Too hot?" Jasper lifted the brim of his hat and smiled widely. The face of an angel came into his view and he dropped his gloves the ground and climbed over the fence.
"Hello Jasper." Jasper smiled and wiped his forehead on his shirt, feeling embarrassed that he didn't look better for her.
"Do my eyes deceive me or is that an angel standing before me?" He smiled widely at bother her smile and her giggle. She stepped closer to him and held out a basket.
"My mother made it for you. She wanted to thank you for working so hard and helping fix the fence posts." Jasper took the basket off of her hands and set it down on the ground. He smiled at her and reached out, his hand brushing stray hairs that had fallen out of her braid.
"Anything to help you out, Elizabeth." She leaned into his touch, her eyes closing and a smile on her face.
"I'm going to marry you one day. I will. We'll get married under that big oak tree you hate so much. We'll get married in the spring when it's not too hot. And I'll build us a house. It won't be nothing fancy of course, but it'll do. We'll have a family." He worried he was thinking too far ahead in the future, but Elizabeth gave him a smile and turned her head, her lips pressing against the inside of his rough palm.
"I would like that. A house on a hill, overlooking a river maybe. And lots of kids. I want a big family." Jasper understood why. She had only one sibling and that was a brother who was older than her. She had no one to really talk to or play with growing up, so she said. And even now, she was the only one at home and she got lonely.
"My mother would like that. She likes you. Even if she does not say it, she does." Elizabeth smiled st Jasper and her hands found the collar of his shirt.
He really was embarrassed now, his shirt was sweaty and dirty and Elizabeth had her hands all over it. He tried to push her hands off as gently as possible, but she gripped his shirt in her hands.
"Elizabeth…" Jasper was caught by surprise when he grabbed his collar tighter and pulled him in, her lips against his. His were dry and hers were soft. Jasper didn't waste any time. He placed his hands on her hips and pulled her closer, leaving the space between them nil.
"I'm going to marry you one day. One day you will be the future Mrs. Whitlock."
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