I have a short spacewestern romance, Harvest Moons that takes place on a frontier agricultural world called Celstar. The settlers buy land packages that consist of prefab housing, out buildings, farm equipment, animals and seed determined to be optimal for the region of the planet where they are immigrating.
Ryanna and Apollo were married as teenagers, a marriage planned by their parents at the beginning of a viscous civil war. Ryanna fled the marriage and the war. Some years later Apollo followed her.
From a wip, Freedawn Colony:
By
nine pm Ryanna was a nervous wreck. Lochlan. She had to remember to
call him Apollo now. Surely, living here on Celstar as a settler he
had no contact with the rebels back home. He couldn’t drag her back
to Sarganza. From the few reports she’d heard over the years, the
army of the usurper had fared badly, many dead, the rest imprisoned.
How
is he not in prison? His father was one of the leaders.
Apollo
had no reason to return, did he? And even a family as wealthy as his
couldn't afford his travel to Celstar and then travel for the both of
them back to Sarganza.
The
knock on her door was sharp. That was Apollo, sharp, precise, no
one’s fool. Hands shaking,she let him in. “I have tea, please come sit down in
the living room.”
Apollo
was accompanied by a large gray dog.
“Hope
you don’t mind Shadow. He gets separation anxiety if I leave him.”
“No,
not at all.” Apollo has a pet? That didn’t sound like the
man she knew.
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