Happy Friday. Got it done before the weekend! #LongLiveLongmire

Vic moves over to her customary position and buries the side of her cheek into my shoulder; my hand is clasped in hers, as we head for home.

The cab is silent but the air is decidedly different. The tension has dissipated and my mind concentrates on the pleasure that lies ahead for us as I pass the county lines and into Durant proper.

"Am I going to my cabin or?"

I feel her nod her head and I take the turn off for my place. The dirt kicks up behind my rear tires.

"Walt, do you ever think of getting married, again?"

I don't hesitate, "All the time."

"All the time, really?"

"Yup"

"Marriage in general or anyone in particular?" She says teasingly.

I can't resist, "Oh, just in general. You know like maybe one day I will meet someone who is sweet, humble and shy." I felt the soft push against my shoulder between someone and humble followed quickly by a nibble on my ear and a big kiss on my cheek.

"Was that a proposal?" I can feel my face burn from the acknowledgement that I want to marry, Vic but at that moment I see a gray sedan parked in front of my cabin.

I sit up straight, the hair on the back of my neck is at attention, I hit the high beams. Vic feels the tension fill my body.

"What the fuck!?" She exclaims.

I immediately recognize Sean pacing in front of my cabin steps. I quickly look around and don't see anyone else around. He must be alone. I let the truck roll to a stop.

"Stay here."

"Hell no."

I flash Vic a quick look and pat her leg. "Vic stay put, ok." The last word comes out as a jump out of the cab. My right hand slides to the rear of my waist feeling for my Colt out of habit.

I feel the seriousness come across my face, "What's going on, Sean?"

As I move closer, I see a couple of empty beer cans, he must have been waiting for a while.

"I want to see my wife."

My steps are slow and steady and I approach him at an angle.

"I know she's with you. I waited at our house. Sat outside all night but she never came home. I figured she was here with you and I waited long enough and here you are."

"She's not your wife anymore. You saw to that and it's not your house either."

"I bet you couldn't wait to get my seconds."

He's baiting me. He can't be stupid enough to want to fight me.

"Sean, you need to watch what you say."

"Fuck you, Walt."

"Just how much have you had to drink?"

"I'm not drunk and it's not because I don't want to be but I wanna be sober when kicking your ass."

"Good luck with that"

Sean takes a few steps forward and it's pretty clear he's out for blood.

"Sean, I'm not doing this with you." I put my hand out to halt his motion.

"Don't tell me. You're afraid I'll kick your ass in front of Vic. So she can see what an old man you really are."

"You're not being rational, Sean. You've been divorced well over a year."

"Because she was infatuated with you."

I stare at him.

"Why don't you come out of the truck Vic?"

Vic will stay in the cab, I know she will, but I also hope she is in my head and she called the station. I know this will come to blows but I don't want to introduce a gun to a fist fight and there's no way I'm turning my back on Sean.

"Sean, I know you're upset but Vic isn't a piece of property you can claim."

I hear the dirt and gravel kick up and I know Vic called the station and Ferg is on the way. The Ferg turns his head lights off as he rounds the corner and I hear the door slam shut.

"Walt"

"Yeah", I take my .45 out from my rear waist and hold it out with my index finger through the trigger guard. "Take this will ya"

I feel Ferg reach up from behind and take the Colt, as I refuse to look away from Sean, "Make sure Vic stays in the truck no matter what happens."

"K"

"Oh and Ferg. Get out of the way."

Sean lunges toward me and I side step to my left but he wasn't going fast enough to hit the dirt. He turns and we square up. Sean is not drunk, there's no way he is, he caught himself and didn't fall. He throws out a very quick right that catches me in the jaw. It stings but it doesn't hurt me but the left hook that follows hurts like hell.

I push forward and wrap up his waist lifting him off the ground in a picture perfect tackle. Sean crashes down on his back and all of my 225 pounds lands on top of him. He is quick and arches his back up and flips me over onto my back. His mistake. I wrap my leg through his, splitting him in half, and my elbow wraps around his neck. I gently apply pressure, enough so he knows it's there, "Sean, stop or you I will put you out."

He tries to dig his free heel in but he's no match. I apply a little more pressure to his carotid artery, my bicep is curling against the side of his neck. "Sean, you're done."

"I fucking hate you!"

He squirms above me with one last effort and I squeeze just enough for him to feel the effects of losing oxygen. He taps the ground and I let go getting up to free myself. Sean stays on the ground face down in the dirt. Completely defeated.

Ferg steps up and begins to cuff him.

"Nah, Ferg. Just make sure he's ok to drive."

Sean looks up at me, looks toward Vic, and heads toward his car. Completely defeated, he has a conversation with Ferg out of my ear shot and he leaves in the gray sedan.

"Sheriff, I don't know if I should ask but I will tell you he wasn't drunk so he was ok to drive. He passed the field tests and he said he had those beers early this morning while waiting for you to come home."

"Thanks, Ferg," and he hands me back my Colt .45.

"Well, ok, goodnight, Walt. I will make sure to check the road but I don't think he will be coming back." Ferg stops and turns toward me, "Hey, Walt, I didn't remember you were an All-American wrestler and football player until I saw those moves." Ferg laughs and turns back walking past my truck and nods at Vic. When his tail lights begin to fade away Vic walks slowly up to me and falls into my arms.

"I'm so sorry that happened. I'm so embarrassed."

I push her back, holding onto her shoulders, "Why, why are you embarrassed?" I'm a bit perplexed by her admission.

"This. This whole thing, it never would have happened if it weren't for me."

"Do you think you aren't worth the fight?"

She steps in and kisses my lips lightly. I can see the glistening in her eyes.

"You look beautiful in the moonlight, Vic."

She blushes and holds her head down a little embarrassed at the compliment.

Wiping the dirt from my forehead, "Hey, you never answered my question."

Puzzled, "What question?"

Smiling, "When we pulled up...ah...was that a proposal?"