"I've painted a picture of my husband in my mind..."

"I've painted a picture of my husband in my mind, and he don't look like you."

At the time, I meant it as a joke, a harmless flirtation to which Ennis had a charming rebuttle. I was completely swept off my feet by him and have no regrets about it. He was my first love, my first death, my first everything; he helped make me a woman. But a part of me that was wise beyond her years and could see through the burning passion of the present knew the truth:

My husband waited for me in Comanche territory.