Charles E Borjas

The Guardian Charles E Borjas

I just wanted it to be a perfect relationship. What more can a man ask? Before our wedding could even take place, somebody came to her door. A mysterious stranger. "I am your guardian," he told her. She told me this, and I told her that it sounded crazy. Some strange man, with a bald head, no eyebrows, not even wearing a hat, not even wearing boots, he didn't even have a horse. No gun. She didn't know how he got there, or how he left. She couldn't tell me. My fiancé. The girl I wanted more than anything else to marry.