He doesn’t think he could – he knows he said he’d be Buck’s best man but… he doesn’t think he can do it. Doesn’t think he can stand at the altar and watch as Gale marries the girl of his dreams, the one he’d gone back to even though he spent more time with John than he ever has with her.
And if that’s a petty thing to think, then so be it.
Howdy, Buck!
He starts the letter, sloppily penning it with his head in his hand, sitting on the ground at the coffee table.
How many horses does it take to make a cowboy? Is one enough? Her names Eurydice, real fancy! Hope you got my last letter, since I got no reply and all. Do I need cows to be a cowboy? I could get some, I have the land now. I think the cat in the barn is having kittens, it’s getting real busy around here. I think Peg wants to set me up with her daughter. Didn’t you say you want to go back to studying physics? Sometimes I dream about you dying and I need to know you’re alive. Say hi to the loveliest Marge for me!
Your newly-minted rancher,
Bucky.
Adult, post-canon. Bucky is back home and trying to cope without Buck. It doesn’t go so well, in spite of a lovely horse and some new friends.