I knew that the wooden sidewalls of the wagon were probably thick enough to stop even a .44 bullet when it was fired from a pistol. Black powder was p...etty good at pushing a bullet through soft skin, but solid wood could stop most pistol bullets. A rifle was a different story, but I didn't expect to see one of them today.I took the time to load the two newly purchased Starr DAs and pushed them behind my belt just in case I needed extra fire power. The women loaded the rifles. There was not. “Do you have the rings?” He nodded. “Let’s go then! A marriage ceremony must be performed and we must celebrate!”We left in Jack’s convertible with the top down as usual. It was a beautiful day for a marriage! We got there at two forty! I went into the ladies’ room to run a brush through my short hair.We then met with Reverend Robert in his office. He said, “You’re still planning to walk down together?” We nodded. He smiled. “Very well, I’ll be at the altar waiting for you. Let’s pray before. Felicity, on the other hand, is the smart one. Oh, she likes her sex -- all of the girls in my family do -- but she's pickier about who she hands it out to. When she hunted down Bernie at college, I wasn't impressed -- but over the next fifteen years, while I got older, but not wiser, I watched her very happily pump out three kids -- while telling me that the sex was good enough that she could have stayed barefoot and preggers constantly, but it would have been a drain on the family budget and. ..Part 3Chapter FiveFour days had passed since the unexpected confinement of Sarah and her father during the freak snow storm that had left them powerless, clinging to one another for warmth and security. Their lives had since fallen into a state of domestic bliss. Sarah now shared a bed with her father, falling asleep in his arms each night and waking wrapped in his warmth each morning. Everyday she would reluctantly disentangle herself from her father’s limbs, shower and dress for school,.