June had not realized what an ordeal it would be to stand up before strangers in her dingy dress and heavy cracked brogans while she promised to love, honor, and obey. She was acutely conscious of her awkwardness, of the flying, rebellious hair, of a hole in a stocking she tried to keep concealed. And for the first time, too, she became aware of the solemnity of what she was doing. The replies she gave were low and confused.
Before she knew it the ceremony was over.
Blister closed the book and dropped it on a chair.
“Kiss yore wife, man,” he admonished, chuckling.
Bob flushed to the roots of his hair. He slid a look at June, not sure whether she would want him to do that. Her long dark lashes had fallen to the dusky cheeks and hid the downcast eyes.
His awkward peck caught her just below the ear.
The bridegroom offered the justice two dollars. Blister took it and handed it to June.
“You keep it, ma’am, an’ buy yorese’f somethin’ for a p-pretty. I’d jes’ b-blow it anyhow. Hope you’ll be r-real happy. If this yere young s-scalawag don’t treat you h-handsome, Tom an’ Dud’ll be glad to ride over an’ beat him up proper ’most any time you give ’em the high sign. Am I right, boys?”
“Sure are,” they said, grinning bashfully.
“As j-justice of the peace for Garfield County, S-state of C-colorado, I’m entitled to k-kiss the bride, but mos’ generally I give her one o’ these heart-to-heart talks instead, onloadin’ from my chest some f-free gratis g-good advice,” the fat man explained in his hoarse wheeze. “You got to r-remember, ma’am, that m-marriage ain’t duck soup for n-neither the one nor the other of the h-high contractin’ parties thereto. It’s a g-game of give an’ take, an’ at that a h-heap more give than take.”