Drabble 2:
Grabbing the saddle horn, John Cannon swung up on Billy. A ride out to check on the herd would allow his temper cool before he said anything else to upset his wife.
What to him had begun essentially as an arranged marriage to cement the treaty with the Montoya family had eventually become much more; he had accepted her as one with him in spirit.
Now, they shared their love as well as their common goals for High Chaparral Ranch. Together, they would succeed.
Still, she did have that one special goal of her own that he did not share.
~HC~
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