"Do you, Beau Beaumont...""I do.""And do you, Clementine Vance...""I do!"
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Silas, the bride’s father, wasn’t pointing the gun, but he wasn't putting it down either. Shotgun Wedding image
"Welcome to the family, Beau," Silas said, patting the stock of the gun. "Don't make me bring 'The Negotiator' out for the anniversary."
"Be real sure about that 'I do,' son," Silas rumbled, his voice like gravel in a blender. "Do you, Beau Beaumont
The preacher didn't even wait for the kiss before slamming the Bible shut. "By the power vested in me, you're hitched. God help you both."
Clementine appeared at the top of the pier, looking like a dream in a lace dress that had clearly been hemmed in a hurry. She held a bouquet of wild magnolias, her eyes fixed on Beau with a mix of defiance and desperate love. Behind her, the town preacher looked like he’d rather be anywhere else—preferably somewhere without a high-capacity firearm present. The ceremony was the fastest on record. "Don't make me bring 'The Negotiator' out for
The humid air of the Louisiana bayou hung heavy over the makeshift altar, a wooden pier jutting into the cypress-choked swamp. Beau stood at the end of it, his tie loosened and sweat beading on his upper lip. He wasn't just nervous about the vows; he was acutely aware of the double-barrel Remington cradled in the crook of Silas Vance’s arm.