Oklahoma Sky (Cowboy!America x Reader)

    He always had to follow the herd, and would only stop at occasion at the auction house in Ellsworth. Where was far to long for a teen girl like you to walk. You could follow the Chisholm Trail, but it lead right through Indian territory. Which you couldn't even dream of crossing alive.

    So every year you would wait for the passing drive and look for the familiar bouncy locks touched by sun. They cowboys would stay just out of your Papa's ranch.  You would thrillingly sneak out and meet your blue eyed sweetheart.

    He would hug you, and maybe even sneak a kiss. His scent would flood your senses, the delectable taste of freedom and wilderness. It was like floating on a cotton cloud.

    Alfred would tell you that he loved you, and that he couldn't wait to see you again.

    But time it was different.

    When you slipped out to meet him. His actions were like a prancey stallion. Proud, but on edge. Excited to see him, you rushed to his arms, and inhaled the sweet scent of freedom.

    But he suddenly pushed away, his eyebrows furrowed in concern.

    "(Name) why do you love me?" He said, his words so close to your lips.

    "Because, you are loyal. And honest. You make me feel special. Like when, you know, a lantern comes into a dark room. And for 'while all you stare at it the light. You're my lantern, Alfred."

    "I am n'thing good compared to you, sweetheart." He pulled you close, nuzzling his face into your soft curls. You let out a sigh of ecstasy. This was perfect. He was perfect.

    "That's why, sweetheart," He pulled himself away from you. Ye his fingers still danced down your arm until he grasped one delicate hand. His body shifted downwards, until he was kneeling in front of you.

    "That's why, sweetheart, I wanna marry you. I want to wake up everyday to see you angelic face. A true gift from God, and raise a family. I want to run away with you, (Name)." His words left his chapped, but perfect lips in a rush. All you wanted to do was kiss those lips, feel them meld against you own.

    Was this love?

    You let out a long sigh, shifting your eyes away to the shrubbery. The borderline to your two very different worlds. How long was it ago when you first met him? No, you have to concentrate! He, he was your everything. But what of your parents? You would just break their hearts.

    Alfred's grip on your hand went slack, a sense of dread overwhelming him. "You don't have-"

    "Alfred Jones, let's elope!"