The long pasture finally came to an end as we kept galloping. I could see a blue Chevy parked just barely on Jim Nesmith's land. There was no sight of any people. I stopped Jackson and got off him with my gun. I walked up to the truck and looked in the back. Alice and Brooke were tied up but there was no sign of any other person.

I broke the front window with my gun and unlocked the doors. I pulled open the back door and slit the ropes with my knife. Brooke jumped out and hugged me tightly. Alice was straight behind her.

"What happened?" I asked, searching the truck. I found a note under the dashboard.

"Toby Smith, James's brother found us and said it was just a warning." Alice told me, reading over my shoulder.

I see you've found them, but this isn't the last of us. We'll be back. You'll never know when. Just watch your back.

I swore under my breath. "That fucker is dead." I hopped on Jackson with Brooke getting on behind me. Alice got on behind Hunter and we took off towards the main land. Hunter had called the others and said that it was over and we found them.

We all reached the ranch around dusk. After that, we talked about what happened and ate dinner.

"I have no clue of anywhere they could be." Alice mumbled, stirring her corn. I sighed.

"What happened has happened and we cant change it. But we will have to keep better watch around here." Charlie said in his gruff voice before getting up and going to bed.

Everyone disappeared, going off to do their own things. Hunter and I lay together in my bedroom on the bed.

"The wedding is in a month. Can you believe it?" Hunter murmured. I shook my head and sighed, leaning back against him. He wrapped his arm around my waist.

"Things are just so crazy." I whispered groggily. He kissed my forehead before I drifted into sleep.

Three Weeks Later

Things had finally settled down on the ranch. There were no sightings of James or Toby. Things were calm and peaceful. Brooke and Edward have become very public with their relationship. I always find them on the couch making out. It can be quite nerve racking.

It was only a week until the wedding and the nerves were setting in. July 10th was the day of the wedding and I couldn't possibly be more nervous than I am now. I focused my mind on something else besides the wedding.

Pulling my boots on, I went outside and got Angel. Angel towered over me at 18 hands. He is a big, stubborn, white stallion. I brushed him down and saddled him up softly because he is a bit cinchy. He took the bit easily for being a dick most of the time about it.

I pulled on my hat and walked him over to the round pin. I lunged the shit out of him before getting on his back. I walked him to the arena. He was fighting on the tight reins. His walk was almost a trot. I loped him up to a canter when he bucked hard. I grabbed my outside rein, pulling it behind my waist and slapping his ass. We went in circles for a great amount of time.

We both calmed down a bit. This fucker is super fast. The Cullen's were all sitting and watching. I stood up in the saddle and we took off galloping. He didn't buck this time because I wasn't restricting him from what he loves: galloping.

"Yaw!" I hollered as we rounded the first turn. Every single Cullen had their mouth open. Charlie jumped on the fence.

"Yee-Hawww!" He hollered loudly, wolf whistling. I lifted my hat to him, rushing around the arena.

"Whoa." We did a sliding stop. I jumped off Angel and patted his thick neck down. "Good boy." He whinnied with bravado at me.

I unsaddled him and took his bit out and he tore off, bucking and rearing. "Dad, let's turn out all the horses." Charlie grinned. I went and got five horses, walking them with only their halter. They know better than to run off. I sent them each through the entrance gate. They all took off bucking. Soon we had all our 28 horses turned out, and they were tearing it up in there.

Runt was the miniature, so he was in the middle, scared shitless. Angel stood over him protectively, like a big brother. I thought it was really cute so I took a picture of it.

Charlie and Renee went inside, looking serious. He had spoken to me earlier and said that Hunter and I aren't aloud to build the house out by the creak and we are going to stay living in the house with them. We both agreed quietly to it.

Hunter and I held hands, walking around the property. "One week." I smiled at him. He grinned hugely at me. He was walking towards me as I was backing up. I felt my back hit a huge pile of bales of hay. Hunter pinned me against the hay, kissing me with such passion I thought I would explode. I unconsciously slid my tongue into his mouth as his hands landed on my waist.

Hunter and I curved together perfectly. He is my life and I can't imagine life without him. He has always been there for me and he has never hurt me. He is the best guy that any lady could ever find.

His breath was on my neck, kissing down it softly. I tilted my head back, giving him better access while running my fingers gently down his back.

"Hello there, sorry to interrupt y'all, but Bella and I need to discuss wedding plans!" Alice's chipper voice said, pulling me away from Hunter.

"Save me." I told him, laughing. We were in the living room at their house, and she was writing everything down.

After two hours, the torture was finally over. I was excited for the wedding.

Wedding Day

Hunter was being pulled away from me at five in the morning. Alice, Brooke, and Rosalie all stood huddled over me. "Oh Lord." I said right before they drug me off. Alice forced me in the shower. I came out clean and shaven.

I sat on the bathroom counter with Rosalie at my face, putting on my makeup. When I was finished, I had on light eyeliner, mascara, sparkly blush, and tinted brown-purple eye shadow. I smiled at Rosalie before they attacked my hair.

When they finished, my brown hair was cascading down my back in waves of luscious brown curls. It looked drop dead amazing. I hugged them before going to put my dress on. Alice covered my eyes as I slipped into it. When I finally got to look, it was a tight upper sleeveless gown with a Cinderella like bottom. I put on my white high heel boots.

"I can't believe this. Thank you so much for everything you've done for me." I said, hugging my three best girl friends. They all hugged me back.

"Are you excited?" Brooke asked, smiling at me. I nodded. She smiled hugely. They all took off to get ready.

They came back in their light yellow strapless dresses that fit them all perfectly. Brooke was my maid of honor so her hair had a little flower band in it. They all looked drop dead gorgeous. I hugged them while we all headed towards the living room.

The wedding was being held out in the pasture. It was almost time to get out there. All my aunts, uncles, cousins, and old friends were here, sitting in the white chairs out in the pasture. There was a white carpet rolled down to an alter. Alice and Jasper were the first couple to go down the line, then Rosalie and Emmett, and then Brooke and Edward. Charlie met me at the beginning of the carpet.

"Bella, you have no clue how proud I am of you." He said. He had on his black hat and a suit. I smiled at him, giving him a hug. The wedding march started, but it was being played on guitar, requested by me. Charlie and I started our walk down the aisle.

Hunter was at the end by the alter. Boy, did he take my breath away. His black cowboy boots covered his feet, and his tux was gorgeous on him. The black cowboy hat he wore turned me on. It was really sexy on him. Charlie released me to Hunter, who shook his hand.

The pastor stood at the alter and began the ceremony. I was lost in the gorgeous words he was speaking, as I was in Hunter's eyes and face.

I whispered my I do to him as he did to me. When our lips connected, it felt like all the fireworks in the entire universe were going off. His hand wrapped around my waist as we walked back down the aisle. I never wanted to let go of him. I would go with him anywhere. I'd follow him through all of hells fires. His hand never let go of mine as we headed inside for the reception.

There were a ton of flashes from cameras going off. My aunts and uncles all came up, congratulating us. All of us were enjoying ourselves. There was country music playing, and tons of people were dancing. So much chatter was going on, I had no time to think. I couldn't seem to find Brooke anywhere.

"Hey, Edward, where is your girlfriend?" I asked him, carrying parts of my dress off the floor.

"She was getting your horses saddled last time I saw her." He said, taking a drink of the wine he had and socializing with some of my family. I headed out towards the stable. Jackson was saddled and ready to go, but Fred was still in his stall. I heard a scream and looked to where it was coming from. Brooke was being pulled into a blue truck.

"The fuckers picked the wrong day to come." I snarled, jumping on Jackson, and galloping off towards the truck. It sped out of there and I was on a high paced hostage run, in a wedding dress, high heels, and on my wedding day. How fucking great of a day? Those bastards picked the wrong girl to mess with.