Crescent Smile ~ John Marston Story

☆. 𓍊𓋼𓍊 ☽Prologue☾ 𓍊𓋼𓍊.☆

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Word count: 5035
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☽✫. 𓍊𓋼𓍊. 𓋼𓍊»»——⍟——««𓋼𓍊. 𓍊𓋼𓍊.✫☾
𝕱𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖍𝖘 𝖇𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖔𝖚𝖙𝖇𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖐

Seven months had flown by in a whirlwind of preparations and anticipation, and today was the day John and Dixie were set to tie the knot. The sun beamed down on Beecher's Hope, illuminating the rustic decorations that adorned the barn—a testament to their love and the community that had rallied around them. The air was alive with laughter and chatter as friends and family gathered to celebrate this special occasion.

Leigh, proudly walked Dixie down the aisle, a mix of pride and protectiveness in his eyes. With a smirk, he glanced toward the horizon, knowing that earlier that day, he had taken measures to ensure a peaceful celebration. He had arrested Nigel West Dickens and Seth, keeping them locked up for the day to prevent any disruption to his daughter's wedding. The thought of those two scoundrels causing chaos on such a momentous occasion was enough to keep him vigilant.

Among the guests were Jonah, Eli, Bonnie, Drew, Sadie, and young Jack, all dressed in their finest, their eyes sparkling with joy. Surprisingly, Landon Ricketts had also made an appearance, tipping his hat and offering warm congratulations, a rare moment of camaraderie that felt like a blessing.

Dixie wore a flowing ivory lace dress, delicate sleeves cascading down her arms, while the intricate beadwork glistened like tiny stars in the sunlight. The dress was simple yet beautiful, a perfect reflection of her spirit, and she had chosen to wear her well-loved gun belt heavy with her revolvers, her worn boots peeked out from under the dress, and Jesse's hat was cleaned up the best it could be given its travels and holes but looked like it belonged on be worn on this day.

John caught his breath. Dixie looked like a vision, her grace and strength encapsulating everything he admired about her. His heart raced as she took her hands after Leigh's had handed her off and he felt a swell of emotion building within him—a cocktail of love, pride, and a hint of vulnerability. He wore his own rugged attire, complete with his gun belt slung low on his hips, sturdy boots, and his trusty cowboy hat, casting a shadow over his eyes. It was a testament to the life he had led and the man he had become.

Standing beside them was Charles, who had graciously agreed to officiate the ceremony. He cleared his throat, a warm smile spreading across his face as he looked at the couple. "We are gathered here today to witness the union of John and Dixie. In a world where the most valuable things are often the hardest to find, they have chosen to commit to one another, promising to support each other through all of life's trials."

Leigh watched with tears glistening in his eyes as he watched the moment unfold. He had watched Dixie grow into a remarkable woman, and now she stood ready to take a significant step forward in her life.

"John," Charles began, turning to him, "do you have vows you would like to share?"

John took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. "Dixie," he started, his voice steady yet filled with emotion, "from the moment we met, you've been a force of nature in my life. You saw through the rough edges and found the man beneath. I promise to stand by you, to fight for us, and to be your partner in all things. I vow to help you find light in the darkest of times, just as you've helped me find my way. I know we've faced challenges together—hunting down Dutch, Bill, and Javier—but through it all, you've become my greatest ally and my truest friend. I promise to love you fiercely, now and always."