Spoken for?! Stack practically slammed the breaks on his little car, forcing Sammie forward when he heard you were getting married. Today of all days when he had just come back?!

People didn't know what to call it- true love or the end of the world. Regardless, you and Stack were a match that nobody could compare to. No matter who you paired with. He had a feeling it would happen. He had left you high and dry when your dream was to settle down, get married and have kids. And when he stopped responding to your letters, he should've known you would get on with your life.

That's not gonna work for him. He's got a couple hours before sundown when the juke joint opens. You get married in about an hour. He turned the car around and sped off to the church, abandoning his job. Smoke would understand... probably.

You, on the other hand, pushed for the wedding to happen the second you heard about the Moore twins blowing back into town. You weren't particularly in love with your fiance, but he was a good man. He could give you stability and children, something Stack never tried to give you. And it's not like you were getting any younger.

You even hand-sewed your wedding gown. You were just about at the vows when the church doors flew open and the bane of your existence -and coincidentally, the love of your life- stormed in, hand on his holster, yelling:

"I f*cking object!"