Silas, the bride’s father, wasn’t pointing the gun, but he wasn't putting it down either.
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The preacher didn't even wait for the kiss before slamming the Bible shut. "By the power vested in me, you're hitched. God help you both." Silas, the bride’s father, wasn’t pointing the gun,
"Do you, Beau Beaumont...""I do.""And do you, Clementine Vance...""I do!" "By the power vested in me, you're hitched
"Be real sure about that 'I do,' son," Silas rumbled, his voice like gravel in a blender.
Clementine appeared at the top of the pier, looking like a dream in a lace dress that had clearly been hemmed in a hurry. She held a bouquet of wild magnolias, her eyes fixed on Beau with a mix of defiance and desperate love. Behind her, the town preacher looked like he’d rather be anywhere else—preferably somewhere without a high-capacity firearm present. The ceremony was the fastest on record.
"Welcome to the family, Beau," Silas said, patting the stock of the gun. "Don't make me bring 'The Negotiator' out for the anniversary."