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Chapter Twenty One: Let There be Cowgirls

Let there be cowgirls for every cowboy

Make 'em strong as any man, lawdy

Something you can't tame; she's a mustang

The heartbeat of the heartland

She's got a drawl, ya'll

Yeah, she's the salt of the earth that rocks my world

Let there be cowgirls!

-Chris Cagle, Let There Be Cowgirls

The first time Glenn Rhee saw Maggie Greene riding a horse bareback, he fell in love.

It didn't matter to his heart that she had barely noticed him, or that he didn't even know her. She was the most stunning creature he had ever seen, with flaming red locks and green eyes so intense, it hurt to look into them, or look away.

Love has a funny sense of timing. Apparently it didn't matter if they suffering through the end of the world. Love took hold of Glenn, and he considered himself the luckiest man in the world when those three little words, I love you, passed Maggie's lips. But he was also too stunned to reply. It was only after the farm was overrun by walkers and they were driving back to the highway, when she started to cry, that he was able to tell her just how much she loved him.

"Glenn!"

Maggie's voice pierced his thoughts, drawing him from his memories and back to the present. He was sitting underneath the generous shade of a tree on the large, lush farmland they had found several years ago. Their group had changed enormously since the prison; they had lost Andrea, Hershel, and had come dangerously close to losing Daryl the first year they were on the new farm after he fell through the ice on a frozen pond while hunting. The corners of his mouth moved up slightly. It was almost nine months to the day after Daryl's near-death experience that Carol gave birth to their son. Now there were three little Dixons, as well as-

"Daddy!"

Two little bodies slammed into him, and Glenn wrapped his arms around his little girls. Isabella Margaret and Rebecca Lynn were four and two, respectively, and had him wrapped around their tiny fingers.

Izzy peered out at him from under an oversized sheriff's hat, one he recognized as Carl's. "Look, Daddy! I'm a cowgirl!" she announced with a mischievous smile. God, she looked more and more like her mother every day.

"Cowgirl!" Becky repeated with a giggle.

"I see." Glenn tightened his grip on the girls and stood up. Maggie was behind him, her arms crossed over her chest and a smile on her sweet face. The little bump underneath her shirt was just beginning to make itself known to the world. "Have you two been behaving for Mama?"

"Yes!" the girls chorused.

Glenn closed the distance between himself and Maggie and leaned over, giving her a soft kiss. "How are you feeling, cowgirl?"

"Fine." Maggie took Becky into her arms and kissed her dark curls. "Dinner's ready."

"Great!" he enthused as he followed her. His eyes drifted down to the familiar and enticing sway of her hips.

Love is a funny, funny thing.

The End.