There was no place for them to migrate to in Canada here, as many had done in our Reality of Less Magic. Those who were the first to leave were the fo...tunate ones. Many from the southern colonies were able to move to the islands controlled by the British in the West Indies and to climates similar to that where they had previously lived. Those departing later were less fortunate and had fewer choices. Many had to move to India or a number of British possessions in southern Africa. The last to. "Darling, I beg you, please marry me." The voice inside me kept telling me that this woman was the right person for me."Paul my heart says yes, a thousand times yes. But my mind says no, I can't do it. How could you propose marriage to me, you don't even know my last name." I act on impulse when I think I'm right... It's my forte and I haven't been wrong yet, at least not on anything major. Please marry me, just say yes now, we won't set a date and if you want to back out it will be your. "A bondsman?" Tabatha asked. "Was he a Slaver?"Barley looked at the blue-eyed brunette more intensely. He nodded tersely, again feeling the adrenaline rush as he remembered the short, fierce fight."There are no slaves here," Tabatha said quietly, but with conviction."What will happen to me?" Barley asked, hoping he could trust what she said."You can exchange information about the Confederacy and why they seem to be interested in us, and we will allow you to stay. If you become a contributing. She also told me that she had been in a few long term relationships since, and they all ended for the same reason. The few men she had dated were more interested in being mothered, than treating her like a woman with wants and needs. I told her about Beth, my divorce and my two kids. “I’m curious, how did you decide on San Fran for your vacation?” Florence asked me as she sipped her coffee. I grinned and replied, “Robert Plant.” Her eyes widened, “You know Robert Plant?” I confessed that I.