He came shyly into that place, bringing with him the wild smell of the pine forest. Martha approached him as carefully as if he had been a wild thing.
“Do you seek a wife?”
“I do. But my homestead is far from town.”
“Accepted. I do not crave company.”
His eyes searched her face for a moment then he offered his hand
It was a warmly fire-lit night, two winters, and two babies later, when he looked at her with a question in his eyes.
“Why did you choose me Martha mine?”
“You brought the forest. And I knew…”