Chapter 72

“I bought something for you,” he said, handing her a box with the same casualness he’d used when passing her boots.

“What?”

“Open it.”

She sighed, accepting it grudgingly. She unwrapped the ribbon, then tore off the cheap paper. She lifted the lid, blinking, unsure of what she was looking at. “What is this?”

“What does it look like?” Ford asked, his face impassive.

“It looks like a ring…” She lifted the slim, silver band from the box, holding it in one hand as she pulled out the paper beneath it. “And a marriage license.”

“I thought you might like to be married before we reach California.”

Tears stung her eyes. “Oh.”

“Father Hernadez will be expecting us tomorrow morning.”

“Oh.”