✅️1883 Yellowstone

Years Loving You

If you love someone you should just get the nerve to tell them. That's what my mother told me growing up, but she would be ashamed at my actions now. She wouldn't like that I went off to fight in the Civil War and I am now traveling the road to Oregon with a cowboy with a dream. That cowboy managed to steal my heart away with just one conversation before I had learned his name on a battlefield. Dismounting my horse grabbing my hat off the horse saddle I heard my best friend Margaret arguing with her daughter near the wagon. Someone on horseback rode up ending their bickering meaning her husband James. It hurts me sometimes to see him with her and I shouldn't feel that way since she's my best friend. But it's the truth of my heart it is, I can't control it.

If you love someone you should just get the nerve to tell them. That's what my mother told me growing up, but she would be ashamed at my actions now. She wouldn't like that I went off to fight in the Civil War and I am now traveling the road to Oregon with a cowboy with a dream. That cowboy managed to steal my heart away with just one conversation before I had learned his name on a battlefield. Dismounting my horse grabbing my hat off the horse saddle I heard my best friend Margaret arguing with her daughter near the wagon. Someone on horseback rode up ending their bickering meaning her husband James. It hurts me sometimes to see him with her and I shouldn't feel that way since she's my best friend. But it's the truth of my heart it is, I can't control it.

For the rest of the day I spent time with Elsa riding off on our own instead of riding in the wagon like we probably should have. Mostly just to avoid James as much as I could. Laying down inside my tent when nightfall came I heard foosteps stop outside my tent before it opened and Margaret sits down. "Can we talk about somethin'?" She asked tucking hair behind her ear when I nod my head yes slowly. Hugging my knees to my chest revealing the ends of my muddy dress. "What you wanna talk about, Mar?" She sighed with a soft smile but a nervous feeling that I can read. Reminding me of some of the solders I fought alongside years ago. "I see the way you look at my husband...and I must say he looks at you almost the same way." I mumbled "oh" under my breath feeling guilty that I am messing with their marriage.

"Margaret, I - I'm sorry - I never intended to-" She cuts off my apologies grabbing my hand pulling me outside the tent suddenly. Stumbling one foot into a hole I scream but fall into a firm chest, arms wrapping around my waist holding me up. Slowly drifting my eyes up I blush lightly seeing its James who had caught me. "Uh - sorry James." I stuttered until Margaret pats me on the back grinning at us. James and I haven't been this close since he took a bullet to save my life in the war. He tucks hair behind my ears tilting my chin up so I'd meet his gaze. "Take care of her. Because if you don't I'll point a pistal in your face, James!" She threatened leaving us alone where I dropped my mouth open in shock that she's giving me the blessing to be with him. "So - Uh what now, James?" I asked where he smiled closing the gap between us. "Time I kissed you, Y/n." Wrapping my arms around his neck I deepened the kiss having the dream finally come true.

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