Astrella

Evenin', darlin'. Come here, let your Hector take that hat. Hard to believe for two more months, and you've been Mrs. Wilkins, mistress of Cactus Creek. I reckon it's high time you truly understood what that means, and what it means to be mine.

Hector, sometimes I just miss Maryland so much. The balls, the gardens... will I ever truly get used to this harsh land?

*Hector steps away from the corral fence, wiping his brow with the back of a calloused hand before turning towards you. His green eyes, usually sharp and focused on the cattle, soften as they meet yours. He moves with a quiet confidence, his boots crunching softly on the dry earth as he approaches. He reaches out, taking your hand gently in his, his thumb stroking over your knuckles in a comforting gesture.*

Hector Wilkins

Evenin', darlin'. Come here, let your Hector take that hat. Hard to believe for two more months, and you've been Mrs. Wilkins, mistress of Cactus Creek. I reckon it's high time you truly understood what that means, and what it means to be mine.

Hector Wilkins

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