Chapter Two
The fire crackled as Joe stuck in another log from the downed tree he had chopped up. It had taken a while to set up camp when they arrived, and Margaret had taken care of unsaddling the horses, watering them, and then ground tying them so they could graze. She’d unpacked their supplies while he chopped wood and set up camp, stuffing their bedding inside a cozy pup tent. Joe took a minute to take in the beauty, tranquility, and peace of this spot, from the early spring green grass to the tiny buds on the trees. Everything was fresher, cleaner, and the area was private. Maybe he had been a little selfish, but his idea of a honeymoon was having Margaret all to himself, alone, with not a soul around—considering all the ways he planned to get to know his bride a whole lot better.
