This is from a novella, working title Jane's Second Soldier. Jane is a common soldier's widow with the British army fighting the French in Spain in 1812. Her husband only just died, and she wishes she could properly mourn him. But that's not how the rules work in her world:
“You will marry me.”
Jane winced and wrenched her face away as Sergeant Hindle shoved her against a baggage wagon. “No.”
He seized her jaw in a painful grip and forced her to look him in his bloodshot eyes. “You have no choice,” he said. “You must marry again or go home—and you haven’t the money for that.”
I'm starting to run out of openers, so next week I'll have to delve deeper into one of my manuscripts.