The next day, Az had left without so much as a warning, leaving only a note for DG taped to her door. She packed clothes, food, and a tent, and took her beautiful paint horse. She rode for the mountains, towards liberation. When DG read the note, she wasn't surprised. She showed Cain who knew what Jeb's reaction was, and he was exactly right.
"Jeb, you can't go after her." Cain was leaning against the doorframe to his son's room. Jeb was throwing things in his bag.
"I have to. She loves me." He smiled, closing the drawstring of his pack.
"Son… you know that quote about, 'if you love someone, let them go… if they come back, they're yours, but if they don't, they were never yours to begin with…'" Cain quoted.
"She wasn't mine to begin with," Jeb smirked, slinging the bag over his shoulder and tipping his hat to his father. He went after his girl.
FIN