When I came in the door of the cabin, Ange stood with her back to it. I could see her shoulders hunch a mite as if she expected to be hit, and I said, "This fool ain't married."
She turned around and looked at me. "He will be," she said, and dropped her spoon on the floor and came across the room and right into my arms.
So I taken her in my arms and for the first time in my life I had something that was really mine. Seems like even a long, tall man who ain't much for looks can find him a woman, too.
(from Sackett, by Louis L'Amour)
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