For Better or Worse His POV was Law

Last week I posted her point of view about her home.  This week let's look at her husband's POV, and in 1867 his POV was the law.

The house was big enough.  That extra room where she put the boy was a blessing, really.  The kid needed a place of his own.  Still he didn't want her getting any high ideas.  That was why he chose this place with no pump inside for water.  It was fine, her getting that job at the hotel . . . long as she brought him all her pay.  She wouldn't know how to spend that money.  She'd just waste it.  He'd see it was put to good use.  Yep, she needed him.

They were two miles from town.  That suited him just fine.  There wouldn't be any nosey neighbors.  Even though they were right on a road it wasn't the main road, so there wasn't a lot of travelers.  And the barn was big enough for half a dozen horses or more if he was pressed.  Dust danced in the sunlight shinning through the hole in the barn roof.

He didn't really care what the house looked like.  He could have lived out in the open and spend a night or two over the saloon when he needed a woman, but she wanted a house.  She did make it look nice he would admit that to himself and no one else.

Though he hadn't been her first choice for a husband, it was him she married, him who provided a home for her and the boy, him who provided food for them.  She wouldn't dare look at another man.  He'd kill her if she did.  Or better, he'd teach her a lesson and make her pay.  He liked her feisty.  He liked to bate her, liked her submissive.  If she ever looked at anyone else. . . .

The barn door banged shut as he turned and walked to the house.  His Texas spurs jangled with every step.