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[valenthario]

girls who are boys who are cowboys who are cowgirls who wear their binder as a top > anyone else

[hypodermicfroggy]

Praying and hoping and wishing that once this last wretched season of this neocon wet dream show is finally over, my boy Wes can finally get work doing literally anything else because I'm tired of his acting ability being absolutely wasted on these ungrateful chucklefucks.

[pretending-ican-write]

Cowboy Up - Pt. 12

A/N: Apologies for the radio silence for so long but it's been hectic getting my dissertation finished! I only have a few more weeks of assignments left and then uni is done which is very scary. For now enjoy this part! As always let me know if you want to be added to the tag list or send any requests you have for this pairing!

I make no claim that my ranching knowledge is accurate, it's all made up.

Pairing: Ryan (Yellowstone) x Dutton!reader

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The first colours of the day are starting to paint the sky when y/n stepped out of the house, hat securely on her head and cooler full of food for Gator who was waiting for her.  She dropped it next to the stone grill in exchange for two steaming mugs of coffee that she took to the barn where Jimmy was opening up.

When he got to the open door she handed him one of the mugs, “learning to do this shit one-handed is vital to starting the day properly caffeinated.”

The pair worked through tacking up the horses for the day in a comfortable routine that they had perfected over the last few weeks working together.  Despite repeated reminders that it was low man’s job to tack up in the morning, y/n just glared at whoever directed the reminder at her and insisted that it was a ritual she enjoyed.  Besides, anything she could do to help Jimmy pick up ranch skills quicker and avoid ridicule from the hands.

Comanche was the last horse y/n tacked up, always choosing to leave her own horse until the end when she could give him a little bit of extra attention (and her apple core, an important part of his day).  She led him outside of the barn in time to hear Rip calling out the start of the day.  Mourning the fact that she hadn’t had time for a morning cigarette, y/n mounted up to follow the hands out of the gate towards the herd.

-/-/-

A few hours later, the hands were moving all the cattle from their grazing with the help of the helicopter.  Y/n had Comanche positioned at the back of the group with Ryan and Colby to the left of her to keep the herd moving forward.

“I thought you’d be better to deal with once we finally got over 10 years of pining but no turns out you’re just more of a soft fucker,” Colby complained to Ryan.

She laughed at her friend, “not all cowboys are emotionally stunted like you Colby, no need to be jealous I’m sure you’ll find a real girl to love you one day.”

“A real girl?  As opposed to a what girl?”

“A blow up one,” Ryan sighed, “she’s saying you have a sex doll.”

He didn’t get a chance to insult her back as she opted to leave the boys at the back to check in at the front.  She eased to a walk next to Lloyd when Rip rode up to them.

“Y/n you’re in charge of keeping everyone on track,” he directed, “I gotta deal with stragglers.”

She saluted him and shouted after him, “take Jimmy with you!”

“You’ll take all our jobs when we retire, kid,” Lloyd commented.

Y/n laughed, “old man you ain’t ever gonna retire.  I know you’re gonna die on that horse herding cattle.”

She peeled away and returned to the back next to Ryan who smiled softly at her.  Colby gagged at his friends which earned a middle finger from both of them.  Everyone’s eyes snapped to the trees when there was a shout followed by hooves at speed.

“Ryan, Colby go get those cattle back here!” Y/n shouted, “Lloyd help Jimmy with the horse!”

Repositioning her hat to keep the sun out of her eyes, y/n groaned internally as she scanned over the remaining hands to ensure no more cattle would slip through the cracks.  John had spent her whole life preparing Lee to take over the ranch but now that he was gone, it seemed that her father was desperately scrambling.  In her opinion it seemed far too convenient that John had decided to reconcile with Kayce when the ranch needed an heir, overlooking the fact that she’d been part of the operation for 8 years.  She was pretty sure that she could handle the (legitimate) side of the ranch with her eyes closed.

“You looking deep in thought there sweetheart,” Ryan cut through the anger simmering under the surface.

She smiled at him, “just wishing that dad would see I could handle the ranch.  Jimmy alright?”

“Anyone would think that you feel sorry for him,” he joked half-heartedly.

Lucy shrugged, “I do Ry.  I was born doing this and y’all chose it but he didn’t.  Least I can do is hope he adapts quick.”

She watched as the cattle slipped into the rest of the herd, keeping an eye out for any of them that might have sustained an injury going through the woods.  They were followed by Lloyd who she gestured over to the back before he could get to Rip.

“He’s finding his hat before he comes back,” He answered her question before she got it out.

Y/n huffed out a breath, “fuck knows losing that would not go over well.”

With a nod to her, he turned his horse around and cantered back to head up the herd.  Lucy patted Comanche’s neck and turned her eyes back to the cattle in front of her.

-/-/-

With all the cattle down by the barn, y/n settled into the familiar movements of separating the herd.  Even when she wasn’t old enough to be in the pen, she could remember sitting on the fence helping  John organise the hands.  When she was 10, she’d been allowed to take part on her horse and Lloyd had spent many a evening helping so that y/n would be able to keep up with her brothers.  At this point in her life, there was a chance she could do this job with one arm tied behind her back.

In the other pen, y/n watched as Kayce’s stallion continued to give John a hard time.  She rolled her eyes and leant over to speak to Lloyd, “I question my brother’s motives for giving dad that horse unless he’s tryna get his inheritance early.”

“I think it’s gonna take a bit more than a horse with a vendetta to kill your father,” he remarked.  

Y/n laughed, “here’s hoping a concussion might knock some sense into him.  That or finally kill the rest of his brain cells and I can take over the whole thing.”

She turned her attention back to the cattle encouraging Comanche forward to cut off one of the heifers that had made a break for it.  With her thoughts back on the job and not her father, y/n quickly fell back into the rhythm of working the cattle.

-/-/-

A little while later, y/n’s attention was pulled away from the cattle to Kayce’s truck pulling up outside the barn.  She watched her brother get out before helping Tate out of the other side.  Her nephew made a beeline to the corral to climb the fence, fascinated with what the hands were doing.  Y/n sought out Rip’s gaze from the opposite side who waved her towards the fence where Tate was watching from.  With a smile of thanks to the foreman, she brought Comanche parallel to the boy.

“What are you doing?” Tate asked in greeting, reaching out to stroke the horse’s spotted neck.

His aunt glanced back at the herd, “well we’ve got to split up the herd before we can send them off to make sure they all go to the right place.  Different colours mean different things.  It’s up to us to know which colour is meant to go to who.”

“Mind if I steal your nephew from you?” John leant up against the fence next to him.

She leant down from Comanche to receive a high-five from her nephew, “he’s all your dad.  Misbehave for me Tate.”

Ignoring her dad’s groan and her suggestion, she directed the gelding around the remaining herd to where Ryan had been watching the conversation with hearts in his eyes.

“Why you looking at me like that?  Someone will see you,” Y/n teased.

He rolled his eyes at her, “you’re good with him.  That’s all.”

“For all my brother’s faults he and Mon made a damn good kid,” Y/n admitted, “I just hope dad doesn’t mess it up with how he’s gettin’ his claws in of late.  Tate practically worships him.”

“He adores you too y’know,” Ryan pointed out to her.

Y/n shrugged him off, “that’s just because I’m the only part of this side of the family that’s been around since he was born.  Dad has a lot more interest to a young boy than boring aunt y/n.”

“You ain’t boring to me sweetheart.”

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Request

Reader dutton x rip wheeler

Reader has a Stalker one night when the ranch is out doing something reader is alone at the ranch and the Stalker comes attacks her and rip gets a call from kayce after finding her

He’ll go to the Train Station

Officially finished with all the requests in my ask box 😊

Coming back from town I shut the drivers door to my truck and gasped seeing someone I thought was gone from my life for good. Twisting the fabric of my jacket I gulped recognizing my ex boyfriend Mike who had to leave home when his mother got really sick. But he couldn’t get over the fact that I wouldn’t leave my family home to be with him. Mike was leaned up against the wooden post smiling at me yet all I felt from him was terror now. “Long time no see huh Y/n. I’ve been missing you something horrible in case you were wondering.”

“I’m not sorry to say that I haven’t missed you. What exactly are you doing here, Mike?” I questioned him crossing my arms across my chest slowly walking towards him but I avoided his gaze for the most part.

He pushed himself off the wooden stair railing coming toward me until we were almost pressed up against one another and I could smell some alcohol on his breath. “You should know exactly why I am here. I mean we did spend almost four years together. If my mother hadn’t gotten sick then I would have never left you and your beautiful body-“

“Don’t touch me, Mike. I thought you would have got my message after I ignored your hundreds of texts and the picture of me that I’m not even sure how you got them when you were supposed to be back in Texas.” He reached his hand up trying to tuck hair behind my ear but I smack his hand away before he could touch me.

Mike smirked down at me before he grabbed me by the waist and shoving me against the side of the stairs making me grunt at the impact. He ripped my shirt off of my body and it got covered in mud while I tried to kick him in between his legs. Yet he elbowed me in the gut and smashed his lips onto mine growing against my grunts. “You are mine and don’t ever think that anyone else deserves you. Nobody else can take care of you like I can. You belong to me - urgh!”

“Kayce…” I collapsed onto the dirt ground rummaging around and managing to get the shirt off the dirt ground seeing it was my younger brother who had pulled him off of me.

My brother sucker punched Mike to the dust before he could blink and he was covered in quite a few stains of blood and bruises. Kayce came over to me when I noticed that Mike had blacked out from how hard he had hit him, he pulled out his dialing my boyfriend Rip. “Rip, somebody came after my sister Y/n. I’m gonna check her out but thought you should know.”

“Kayce, I don’t know how he found Mel but he did. I can’t believe that I didn’t think he would. Is he..dead?” Holding the back of my head I drew my hand back seeing some blood on my finger tips. “Shit, he got me harder than I thought.”

Kayce bent down on a knee sweeping me up from the ground and into his arms bridal style and carried me inside my bedroom inside the main house. He comes back with a wet rag and had me press it to the the wound on the back of my head just watching me for a few minutes in silence. “Rip should be here in a second. He just saw my phone call. Can I get you anything, sis?”

“Nah I think I’m good.” I shifted the pillow trying to get comfortable hearing someone running up the wooden stairs meaning it had to be Rip for sure.

The door creaked open and he rushed to my bedside when my brother stepped out of the way knowing I would find more comfort with him now. Yet Kayce still stayed in the doorway watching our conversation just in case I needed extra help. “Sweetheart, where is the asshole whole thinks he can hurt you and not pay the consequences?”

“Rip, don’t worry about Mike. I’m fine and my head only hurts a little. Look, the bleeding has stopped.” Pulling the rag away I showed him the dry blood on it but he wouldn’t take that as a good enough answer.

He shook his head lifting his hands up to the sides of my face cradling it like I was a piece of valuable china that royalty would use. Too afraid he might break me but he never could do such a thing. "I just need to know that you aren't hurt. That asshole...he should have never laid a hand on you in the first place."

"I'll have the police arrest him for attempted rape." Kayce turned on his heels to leave.

Shooting forward upright in the bed I winced where Rip rubbed my back, trying to ease the pain. "Kayce wait. Jail doesn't excuse all the pain he gave me. He's...he's been stalking me since the day we broke up. He will just keep coming until he thinks I'm getting back together with him."

"No way in hell!" My brother spat in disgust.

Holding my hands up in front of me I cut them off before either of them could protest any further. "Woah, hang on. I'd never go back with someone like him. What I am saying is that I want him to be gone. Gone where he can't hurt anyone else...to the train station."

"We can do that. Right Rip?" Kayce asked our fathers top ranch hand.

Rip leans forward kissing the crown of my head gently wrapping his arms around my waist holding me against his safe embrace. "Done deal, darling. He'll go to the train station."

"I love you...both of you." Lifting my head up a little I shifted my gaze from my brother and back to Rip's brown eyes.

He smiled before I wrapped my arms around his neck and gripped the fabric of his jacket in my fingers letting some tears fall hearing him whispering in my ear the moment Kayce had left the room. "I love you too, Y/n."

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[the-hinky-panda]

Yellowstone: Boss Mare Series - Part V

Jaime Dutton has never considered himself a foodie, someone interested in fusing flavors and doing wine pairings for the regular family dinner. A family dinner that no one can ever seem to get through without an argument, problem-solving a ranch issue, or just childish drama. Half-eaten plates of perfectly seared filet mignon, roasted red potatoes with butter and parsley, the brightest green beans he’s ever seen, left in the wake of another nonsensical theater production. 

The only thing that ever gets completely consumed is the wine. The only one who ever talks is Beth. The only cleared plate of food is his father’s, although Kayce is making good progress at the moment. The only thing that Jamie can think of is how much he would love to enjoy eating. To just sit and have enough brain space to taste what he’s putting into his mouth. 

“Isn’t that right, Jaime?” Beth says, a mischievous glint in her eye. 

He hasn’t heard a word she’s said but he can read the room. Well, he can read Kayce’s cautious energy to know whatever it is she’s said was meant to bait him. And their father’s intense interest in whatever is out the window, despite the darkness of night blocking any view. Jaime’s not going to rise to the occasion tonight. He’s just too fucking tired. Instead, he drops the linen napkin on the table and picks up his plate. 

“Fuck this shit.” He stands up. “I don’t have the energy to deal with whatever bullshit you’ve dreamed up now, Beth.” 

“Oh come on, Jaime,” she calls after him, “I haven’t even gotten to the good questions yet!” 

He storms into the kitchen, pausing before throwing his still full plate of food into the sink. The only thing that stops him is knowing that you made it. You spent the last few hours in the kitchen preparing the meal. He sees all the pots and pans cleaned and sitting on the drying rack while dinner is being consumed. When the dining room empties, you’ll collect the plates and wash them before heading up to your room over the kitchen for the night. But while you wait, he sees you sitting on the steps of the back porch, passing the time. 

A sudden rush of guilt comes over him. Every night they walk into the dining room, no food prep, no cooking time, hell, they don’t even set the table. They just walk in, sit down, and are served. And then the fighting begins. Maybe that’s why they can’t function as a family around the table. There’s no work, no buy-in to enjoy the product of their work. They’re eating in a restaurant every night. Except no one in that room would behave that way in an actual restaurant. 

Maybe Beth. Beth wouldn’t behave any differently. 

Jamie grabs a second plate and an extra fork before going out onto the back porch. You immediately stand up when the door opens, a guilty look crosses your face. He wonders what in the world you could have been doing to cause such a reaction and then he sees the wine glass in your hand. He points to the glass. 

“You’re allowed to have that, you know.” That reminds him that he forgot his own wine glass inside. He sets the plates and silverware down. “I’ll be right back.” 

He goes back inside and grabs a new bottle of red wine, uncorks it, grabs a new glass, and goes back outside. You’re still standing there, cradling the wine glass in your hand, and looking terribly out of sorts. He tips some of the wine into your glass before filling his own and sitting down on the steps. 

“Did you eat?” he asks, setting the empty second plate next to him. 

“I did.” At that particular moment, your stomach decided to betray you and growl. “I’m sorry, I’ll let you eat in peace.” 

“I came out here because you were out here.” He cuts the filet mignon in half. It’s perfectly pink, bordering on red on the inside. He slides a few potatoes and green beans onto the second plate, adding half the steak, and holding it up to you. “If you’re hungry, I’d like the company.” 

“Thank you.” You give him a small smile and take the plate, sitting down next to him on the steps. “I did eat some of the salad.” 

“Just salad?” 

You nod your head. 

Did no one in the family tell you how things work on the ranch? “Gator always makes himself a plate and eats in the kitchen while we’re eating. Or, if he likes what the bunkhouse is eating, he eats that instead. We don’t keep track and we won’t do that with you either.” He points at your plate. “Eat as much and whatever you want.” 

“Thank you.” You pick up the fork and knife and cut a piece of the steak. “I’ve never had filet mignon before.” 

“You haven’t? Well, you cooked it perfectly.” 

“I’ve made it plenty of times. I was just never allowed to eat it. Only the men were allowed to eat the best food.” You seem to realize you’ve imparted some revealing information and shove a potato in your mouth, chewing it slowly. 

He doesn’t ask any questions and lets you keep your silence and secrets, focusing on just enjoying the food. The sun has just set, shadows creeping across the pastures, sneaking up to the barn and bunkhouse. The rhythmic hiss of the field sprinklers add a relaxing white noise effect and Jamie realizes this is the first time in years that he actually enjoyed his dinner at the ranch. 

“I did make an apple cobbler for dessert,” you say as you stack the empty plates between the two of you. “But we’ll have to go back inside and get it.” 

Jamie doesn’t want to risk the quietude he’s achieved by sitting out here with you so he just picks up the wine bottle and refills both your glasses. “Wine for dessert works for me.” 

“Thank you.” 

“For what?” 

You shake your head. “I don’t know. Just being you, I suppose.” 

He sits and sips at his wine, wondering how you can see the person he is when he doesn’t even know who he is.

[i-heart-yellowstone]

8 - Can We Have Always and Forever

Part 9

Raised Fair Share of Hell

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Rolling over onto my back it took me a few moments of rubbing the sleep of my eyes before I opened them seeing the sun was just beginning to break through the house window of our bedroom. The covers were loosely hanging over mine and Kayce’s bodies where I began shifting my body over so I could watch my husband sleep.

It was such a rare sight to see of him in all honesty. Normally we were always busy taking care of the ranch that we didn’t get to enjoy moments like this together. Tracing some patterns lazily on his bare chest I found it hard to hold in a giggle when his chest started moving up and down from laughing meaning he was awake now. “Stop that, Lissa. You know that tickles.”

“Well I’m sorry that I don’t want to have to wait for my husband to wake up. So you better get your butt up, cowboy.” I lifted myself up on my knees crawling over his body, placing my hands on either side of his head.

Kayce grinned up at me, my hair touslily falling over my shoulders. “Hmm if I could wake up to you everyday exactly like this, that wouldn’t be too bad.”

“I think we can arrange that with something extra special right now.” I smirked down at my husband who grinned at me.

Kayce smirked, flipping me over and onto my back causing me to squeal loudly into the bedroom. “You are the perfect woman for me.” He whispered, connecting our lips together in a heated kiss. My fingers threaded into his already messy hair and he ran his fingers over every inch of my body he could reach never breaking the kiss until his phone started ringing.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” I grumbled where he rolled off of me sitting upright on the bed.

He answered the phone. “This is Kayce Dutton.”

“Mr. Dutton, I am told you are Ms, Long’s emergency contact. I am required to inform you that she will be getting discharged tonight and will need a ride given her brain injury.”

He responded by hanging up the phone. “I’ll be up there to get her in a few hours. Thanks for the update.” He sat the phone on the nightstand getting up from the bed sliding his jeans from the night before back.

“Was that the hospital. How’s she doing?” I questioned him, holding the sheet up to my chest even though he’d seen me naked multiple times.

Kayce began sliding his boots on and grabbed his brown tea shirt shrugging it over his head. “Yeah, she’s getting discharged today. I’m going to pick her up and it’ll take me an hour to get to the hospital so I better get going.”

“Do you want me to go with you?”

He answered. “No. I’ll be okay.”

“It might take her a few hours before she’s fully discharged. You could just stay here with me since we rarely get time together just by ourselves.” I tilted my head to the side, sending him a cheeky smirk playing on my lips.

Kayce sent me a weak smile walking over to my bedside. “I wish I could stay right here with you.”

“What exactly is stopping you, Kace.” I teased running my hands up his chest beginning to unbutton his shirt.

He grabbed my hands, holding them in his stopping me from going any further. “Alissa, I can’t. I have to go get Monica. She’ll need help when she gets back to her house on the reservation.”

“Come on. Just give me five minutes.” I tried sending him the puppy dog eyes where he leans down kissing me deeply. I wrapped my arms around his neck trying to pull him in closer yet he drew back kissing my forehead heading towards the door.

“I’ll see you later tonight, darling.”

Finally I had began my work for the day climbing down from my horse throwing my braid down my back. Seeing Faith sitting on the porch swing I walked up to her sitting down beside her. “Hey baby, you seem sad. Is something wrong?”

“I miss daddy. I want him to stay here more than he has been.” She sniffed through some tears.

Pulling her into my side I kissed her forehead laying her head down in the crook of my neck. “I know, baby. He should be coming home once they get Tate’s mom out of the hospital.”

“Will Tate come live with us?” She asked softly.

I paused before responding. “I’m not sure about that. That will be up to Monica and what she wants to do while she recovers from her surgery.”

“Morning you two. Faithy Rae, can I get a hug?” John came up the stairs opening his arms out towards his granddaughter. She ran over to him giving him the biggest hug her tiny arms could manage before he scooped her up in his arms looking over at me. “I can watch her for a few hours if you want to help them push cattle to the north pasture.”

I slowly rose to my feet, snatching my hat up and placing it back on my head. “I was actually thinking of driving into town to see how Monica was doing. It’s been awhile since Kayce went to go pick her up.” I began walking down the stairs to my truck until he called my name.

“Alissa, make sure he ain’t gotten into any trouble.”

“I’ll do my best John. Thankfully we aren’t teenagers anymore.” Climbing in the driver's seat I nodded heading in the direction to the hospital thinking back on the night Kayce and I got into some real trouble with the law.

We were only 13 at the time when we had hatched a plan that we were going to grab some dynamite from the old factory and blow up the old rickety water tower. It was scheduled to be torn down regardless and plus we thought it would be cool. “Are you sure this is gonna work, Kace?”

“In my experience when bullets hit something they've always blown up. Dynamite shouldn't be no different.” He responded tying the ropes around one of the tower polls. He had already put another set of dynamite around another leg since we had two shotguns from his father's house.

Walking back over we made sure to keep a good enough distance from the tower since we weren’t sure what way it was going to fall. “Okay so for this to work we gotta pull the triggers at the exact same time.” I explained thankful that we were in the middle of a field and town was just over that hill so we shouldn't be damaging other properties.

“On your mark, Lissa Rae.” Kayce said switching his baseball backwards.

Laying down on my stomach we aimed our shotgun barrels up to the dynamite boxes. Looking through the scope I had on mine I slowly counted down squeezing the trigger. “One - two - three.” When the triggers were pulled the bullets shot forward and smacked the dynamite packs instantly creating an explosion.

Kayce and I fell backwards from the impact throwing the shotguns somewhere else on the ground. Lifting my gaze up I hung my mouth opened in awe seeing flames shoot up into the air and it slowly fell down towards the dirt. “That was freaking awesome.” Kayce finally muttered out under his breath.

“Yeah it was.” I swore I heard a vehicle getting closer to us. Looking over my shoulder I saw some lights getting closer to us. “Did you hear that. Somebody's here.”

Kayce scarmled to his feet picking up the guns as fast as we could. I forced myself to my feet knowing the water tower was now behind us burning quickly up in flames. We started to run until somebody called our names and flashlights were drawn on the two of us. “Freeze you two. Drop your weapons and put your hands in the air nice and slow.” An officer declared.

I gulped nervously raising my hands up in the air. “We're screwed, Dutton.”

“Don’t say it unless we get arrested, Lambert.” He told me trying to remain calm.

Footsteps came up to us and the sheriff I knew was named Dawnie Huskell. “Well, well, well, why am I not surprised. Kayce John Dutton and Alissa Rae Lambert.” He put his hands on his hips.

“What are you gonna do with us?” I questioned.

He responded waving his deputies over and I felt handcuffs being placed and my arms twisted behind my back. “You're under arrest, sweetheart.”

“Damn it.” Kayve cursed under his breath being led to the police car with me being led in toe.

Making it to the hospital it was almost sunset by the time I had made it there. Putting the truck in park I climbed out about to head outside but the double doors slide opened and I saw my husband walking towards his truck but she wasn’t with him so I decided to gain his attention needing some answers. “You said you'd be home sometime tonight, Dutton!”

“Alissa! What are you doing here?” He jerked his head in my direction noticing me leaning my back against the passenger door of my vehicle, arms crossed over my chest.

“Appreantly coming to see if my husband was ever going to come home.”

He made a face. “I never said that I wasn’t.”

“You're daughter seems to think otherwise. She told me today that she misses you and wants you to stay on the ranch more than you have been recently.”

Kayce rolls his eyes. “I didn't mean to make her feel left out. Monica's just - she’s not doing well. She wants to see Tate but there's uh-” He trailed off not finishing his sentence.

I stepped up staring into his brown eyes. “What’s going on with her?”

“She doesn’t exactly remember me. She just wants her and Tate to stay away from me, from my father.” He admits running his hands down his face.

I lowered my gaze to the ground unsure of what to say. “I - I don't. Maybe it's a good thing that she stays away for a while.”

“Are you being serious?” His head shot up at my words.

I sent him a glare. “I'm sorry to say it but the past couple of months you've been more attentive to her than you have your daughter and the woman you married.”

“It wasn’t my intention to do that, Lissa Rae.”

I snapped back at him. “Don’t Lissa Rae me. That nickname can't fix the problem here.”

“I'll do better. I just don’t feel comfortable leaving Tate and her without some help.”

I slowly began sliding my wedding ring off my finger stomping up and placing it in the palm of his hand. “Okay hers what is going to happen between you and me. You take this back until you realize who you actually want to commit to forever. I understand that you want to help her, but it doesn't appear you love me as much anymore.” Spinning around on my feet I rounded the truck and he chased after me.

“Alissa! Alissa, wait a minute. What did I do wrong?”

Holding the truck driver door opened I shake my head not wanting to be around him. “Recently you've been so devoted to her like she's your wife. When you asked me to marry you I thought it was because you loved me and not just cause you knocked me up in high school. Guess I was wrong. I'll see you whenever you figure out who you want to spend the rest of your life with.”

Kayce watched his best friend drive away back to his family's ranch. He ran his fingers through his hair praying he could quickly fix whatever he had done to make her not think she was his forever and always.

[inkmonster21]

A Cowboy’s Love

Yellowstone Ryan x OC!Dutton

Part 6

Series Masterlist

This is Part 7

Warnings: SMUT

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Hattie Dutton's memories of her mother, Evelyn, were hazy at best. She had numerous photographs, but the tangible memories she craved eluded her. Evelyn had passed away when Hattie was just three years old, leaving behind only photographs and fading recollections. Today marked the anniversary of Evelyn's departure, a day that reminded Hattie of the void left by her mother's absence.

Although Hattie was deeply affected by her mother's absence, Beth's heartache ran even deeper. She bore the brunt of the emotional pain, her grief more pronounced in the face of their shared loss. Hattie's own pain was significant, but Beth's sorrow was particularly profound, adding an extra layer of emotional complexity to the already heavy circumstance.

The depth of Beth's pain pushed her to make impulsive and irrational choices. Her grief, fueled by the anniversary's weight, led her to open a bottle of champagne and sit naked in the horse trough, seeking solace and escape from the emotional turmoil that gripped her. The unconventional and reckless act highlighted the depths of her emotional struggle.

Hattie, alarmed and concerned, rushed out of the house, clutching a towel in her hands. She pleaded with Beth, her voice filled with worry and desperation, begging her to get out of the horse trough. The urgency in Hattie's voice mirrored the deep concern she felt for her sister's well-being, knowing that Beth's actions were a cry for help and a coping mechanism for her overwhelming grief.

Beth, her voice tinged with bitterness and frustration, retorted, "You don't even remember, Hattie. And even if you do, you don't even care." Her words carried a sting of accusation and resentment, reflecting the complex emotions that swirled within her. Hattie's lack of memory only added to Beth's sense of isolation and grief, intensifying her pain and amplifying her feelings of abandonment. The emotional chasm between them in that moment seemed insurmountable.

Hattie, her voice steady and firm, hurled the towel to the ground before calmly voicing her concern, "You're drunk, Beth." Her words were not intended to provoke further conflict but to cut through her sister's emotional haze and bring her back to reality. Hattie's directness and firmness reflected her desire to help Beth through the storm of grief and pain that had driven her to such drastic actions.

Hattie's eyes widened in surprise as she opened the door, only to find the Montana Governor, Lynelle, on the other side. It hadn't crossed Hattie's mind that her father had invited the governor for a nightcap. The unexpected encounter added an extra layer of tension to an already emotionally charged situation.

Lynelle greeted Hattie warmly, her smile genuine despite the awkwardness of the situation, "Good morning, Hattie." Her demeanor was friendly yet professional, her composure unwavering as she addressed the youngest Dutton.

Hattie mustered a smile and a nod as she watched the governor leave. Meanwhile, Beth's gaze followed Lynelle's every move, her eyes filled with a mixture of resentment and bitterness as she watched her walk towards her car.

Hattie prepared a cup of coffee in the kitchen, joined by Jamie, who stood next to the window. Jamie was visibly shocked as he witnessed Beth's antics outside. Turning to Hattie, he asked, "What the hell is she doing?"

Hattie responded with a roll of her eyes, "I have no goddamn idea." Jamie then quipped, "You never do.”

Hattie couldn't contain her frustration any longer. She glared at Jamie, her voice filled with annoyance, "You know what?" Her anger boiled over, and she slammed her coffee on the table, striding determinedly towards the door. "Fuck you, Jamie!" Her words echoed through the air, mirroring the depth of her annoyance and resentment towards him.

Jamie turned to face Hattie with a perplexed expression, his tone slightly sarcastic. "I’m sorry," he said, a hint of mockery in his voice, "don’t you have some little Instagram live to do in the barn?" His words were meant to provoke a response, to push Hattie’s buttons further, adding fuel to the already tense situation between them.

Hattie's response was laced with venom and anger. "At least I’m doing something," she retorted, her voice filled with bitterness. The disdain in her tone was palpable, emphasizing the stark contrast in their perspectives and their inability to see eye to eye in this moment of confrontation.

Jamie's gaze held a mix of frustration and disappointment as he shot back, "I'm the goddamn state attorney! What the hell are you?" His words dripped with condescension and a sense of superiority, as if he were questioning Hattie's worth and accomplishments in comparison to his own.

Ryan, on horseback, rode closer, his anger growing as he overheard the argument. His patience ran thin as he witnessed Jamie's harsh words directed at Hattie, fueling his mounting irritation. The sight of Hattie in the midst of the confrontation only heightened his protective instincts, pushing him closer to the boiling point.

Ryan's firm voice cut through the tension as he approached the scene. He turned to Hattie, his concern palpable as he asked, "Hey, Hattie, you okay?" His eyes scanned her expression, searching for any sign of distress or discomfort in the face of the unfolding confrontation.

Hattie wiped away a tear, her voice quavering as she responded, "Yeah." With a heavy sigh, she turned and walked back into the house, seeking refuge from the emotional turmoil that engulfed her. Ryen's glare fixed on Jamie, his expression carrying a mixture of anger and protectiveness, before he rode off into the distance, leaving Jamie standing there, caught in the aftermath of the tense exchange.

Rip appeared on the scene, with Jamie walking away after a brief exchange. However, Beth remained stubbornly in the horse trough, unwilling to leave despite Rip's efforts to convince her otherwise. It was a day of collective struggle and pain, with Rip's attempt to help Beth further underscoring the emotional toll the day had taken on everyone involved.

Hattie wandered around the ranch, her eyes fixated on the sight of Ryan emerging from the barn, holding the halter of a young buck. She paused for a moment, witnessing him tending to the animal with ease and comfort.

Ryan looked up, his eyes meeting hers. His lips curved into a small smile as he acknowledged her presence. "Hattie," he repeated her name, his voice carrying a hint of warmth and familiarity in the midst of the tumultuous day.

Hattie walked closer, her own small smile mirroring Ryan's. "Thanks for backing me up there. Jamie's an ass," she said, her words filled with a mix of gratitude and frustration. The mention of Jamie's name stirred up a renewed sense of anger and annoyance within her, the memory of the argument still fresh in her mind.

Ryan nodded, understanding her sentiment. "No problem." He replied, his voice calm and measured. "Didn’t like the way he was talking to you." His words carried a hint of protectiveness, his concern for her evident in the way he spoke about the situation.

Hattie closed the distance between them, sidling up to Ryan and nestling herself in the comfort of his arms. She sought solace and comfort in his embrace, finding a temporary respite from the emotional turmoil that had plagued her.

Hattie's voice was soft and filled with a poignant mixture of nostalgia and longing as she confessed, "I know I don't remember her, but I still miss her, you know? None of them understand." Her words carried a hint of sadness and a longing for a connection to the mother she never really knew, a longing that seemed to go unfulfilled amongst her family, who couldn't fully grasp the depth of her sentiment.

Ryan tightened his embrace, holding Hattie close to his chest, his voice filled with genuine empathy and understanding. "I'm sorry, Hattie," he repeated, his words offering a sincere apology for the pain and confusion she felt. It was a simple phrase, yet it carried a weight that conveyed his heartfelt sympathy for the unique pain she was experiencing.

Hattie leaned into Ryan's embrace, her head resting against his chest. The rise and fall of his breathing provided a soothing rhythm, offering a sense of comfort and security. For a few moments, they stood there in silence, surrounded by the sounds of the ranch and the weight of their shared sentiments.

“Ryan! Get that buck out here!” Ryan, hearing Rip's call from the horse corals, sighed and detached himself from Hattie's embrace. He leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on her head, promising her, "Tonight, I'm all yours, darlin" before turning to walk away. Hattie nodded, her eyes following him as he walked towards the waiting buck, a mix of anticipation and expectation on her face.

Hattie leaned against the fence, her gaze fixed on the hands practicing their roping skills. She observed their expert coordination and the rhythmic motion of the ropes soaring through the air, landing precisely on the calves. The horses thundered across the corral, their hooves kicking up clouds of dirt as they obediently obeyed the commands of the wranglers.

Ryan's eyes briefly flickered towards the spot where Hattie was standing. With a playful smirk, he shouted over to her, "Nothing for good luck?" His words were laced with a subtle hint of challenge and invitation, as if he were daring her to come over and offer him a small token of support.

You shake your head, “you’re insane to ask me that question with my father walking around.” Ryan chuckled, a sly grin spreading across his face at Hattie's response. He cast a knowing glance around the corral, as if acknowledging the risk of her father overhearing their banter. "You're right," he admitted, a playful glint in his eyes. "I'm just taking my chances, darling."

Beth made her way over to where Hattie was standing, leaning against the fence next to her. There was a hint of sobriety in her demeanor, a stark contrast to her earlier intoxicated stint in the trough.

Hattie's attention shifted to Beth as she felt a gentle nudge from her elbow. A flicker of curiosity crossed Hattie's face as she turned to her sister, bracing herself for whatever Beth was about to say.

Beth's voice waivered as she spoke, her words sincere and laced with remorse. "I want to say I'm sorry." She paused for a moment, taking a deep breath before continuing, her voice filled with vulnerability, "You do remember her, and I know you miss her. It's just..." Hattie, seeing the pain in Beth's eyes, interjected and interrupted her gently, "It's okay, Beth. I know it's different for you." The sisters shared a moment of understanding and empathy, the complexities of their emotions woven into the simple exchange.

Hattie's gentle tease caused a small smile to tug at the corners of Beth's lips, softening the tension between the sisters. Hattie asked, a hint of jest in her voice, "How hard was it to apologize?" Beth let out a soft chuckle, acknowledging the challenge of expressing her remorse, yet gladdened by the easy banter that returned between them. Beth let out a sigh, her voice filled with a mixture of resignation and frustration. "Fuckin' hard," she admitted, a hint of vulnerability coloring her words as she lit a cigarette.

John Dutton made his way over to his two daughters, his presence commanding attention and respect. John's voice was firm yet composed as he addressed his daughters, cutting through the momentary silence. "Can I speak to you both?" His request hung in the air like a heavyweight, his somber tone indicating the seriousness of what he wanted to discuss.

Hattie and Beth followed their father, John Dutton, as he led them away from the ranch hands, all three of them now leaning on the fence, overlooking the vast expanse of the Yellowstone property. The beauty of the land spread out before them, the rolling hills and rugged landscape bearing witness to the history and struggles of the Dutton family.

Beth's voice interrupted the moment, a hint of anger and resignation in her tone as she directed her question at John. "I want to ask you something first. Of all days, why choose today for her to be here?" Her words echoed the weight of her emotions, her frustration at the timing of the unexpected guest hanging in the air between them. John's expression remained stoic as he considered his response, his gaze drifting from Beth to the landscape before him before returning to his daughter.

John's reply was firm yet tinged with a hint of vulnerability, his words carrying the weight of his own emotions. "Because, Beth," he repeated, his gaze fixed on the horizon, "of all days, this is the one I want to forget." There was a moment of silence, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air as the three of them stood there, the beauty of the ranch scenery starkly contrasted with the storminess of their emotions.

She nods with contentment, “What’d you want to ask us?” John took a deep breath, the storm of emotions in his eyes momentarily stilled as he shifted his focus to Hattie and Beth. His voice was steady as he began, "There’s two empty seats in the assembly. You two will pick the out weakest." He paused, gathering his thoughts before continuing, the importance of the conversation evident in the weight of his words. Several cars begins rolling into the property.

Beth's response was firm, her distaste for Jamie's political pursuits evident in her words. "Jamie’s the politician." Her expression conveyed her annoyance, the fact that Jamie was the one dabbling in politics adding a bitter edge to her statement.

John nodded, a hint of a wry smile playing at the corners of his lips. "I know, honey," he replied, using an affectionate nickname for Beth. "That's why it’s got to be you two. My destruction duo." His words acknowledged the unique dynamic between his daughters, recognizing their ability to cause chaos and bring down those who stood against them.

Hattie took a deep breath, steeling herself as she approached the assembly members exiting their vehicles. She plastered a respectful and award-winning smile on her face, extending her hand for handshakes and offering warm greetings. "Welcome, gentlemen," she said, her voice dripping with politeness, concealing the storm of emotions beneath.

Hattie's eyes briefly darted towards her watch as she received a text message from Ryan. A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she read his words, "Don’t ditch me for some rich state man." The thought of Ryan's presence waiting for her outside the assembly room brought a flicker of anticipation and excitement. She quickly downed her drink, replying, "Be out soon." The promise of a much-needed escape from the stiffness of the assembly gathering was a refreshing thought, a chance to be herself with Ryan.

Hattie rose from her seat at the table, her smile warm but firm as she addressed the group of men. "Well, gentlemen, it has been such a pleasure," she began, her voice carrying a cordial tone, "but I have a dinner arrangement." She gestured towards Beth, addressing her with warmth and a hint of irony. "I’ll leave you with my better and wiser half," she added, alluding to Beth's sharp wit and fierce nature. With a final smile, Hattie made her way out of the room, the weight of the assembly gathering lifted from her shoulders.

As Hattie stepped out onto the back porch, she caught sight of Jamie lurking in the shadows, a half-empty glass in his hand. A smirk tugged at the corners of her lips as she addressed him, her voice laced with a hint of mockery. "What were you again, Jamie?" Her words carried a touch of sardonic humor as she teased him about his role in the assembly gathering.

Jamie took a step closer to Hattie, his voice laced with a hint of defensiveness as he responded to her initial remark. "I’ll tell you what I'm not," he said, his words a challenge. Hattie remained standing on the last step of the porch, unflinching as Jamie approached, the gap between them slowly closing.

"Well, that list is long," Hattie replied, her voice playful yet sardonic. "A cowboy? A good man? A decent leader? Shall I go on, Jamie?"

Jamie's words hit their mark, and Hattie froze, her confidence faltering in an instant. He had unwittingly touched a nerve, bringing up her own dark secret. His words hung in the air between them, the weight of their meaning crashing down on Hattie as he spoke. "I’m not a murderer," he repeated stubbornly. Hattie's face paled momentarily, a flicker of guilt and shame passing through her before she regained her composure, masking her emotions behind a veneer of indifference.

Hattie's emotions boiled over, and she shoved Jamie, her frustration and anger bursting forth like a violent eruption. "Shut the hell up!" She shouted, her voice filled with a mixture of fury and pain.

Jamie's smirk was chilling, and Hattie's heart sank as he taunted her with the knowledge he held. "I have the report," he repeated, his voice laced with a touch of arrogance. "I have everything," he continued, his words loaded with the threat of the damning information he possessed. "I’ll could release it all tomorrow." Hattie's face paled as she realized the extent of the power Jamie held over her, a power that could bring her world crumbling down in an instant.

Jamie's smug confidence wavered slightly at Hattie's words, his smirk faltering momentarily as he considered her point. "You're not going to do a thing," Hattie stated firmly, her voice laced with unwavering determination. "That would ruin us." She emphasized the word us, reminding Jamie that the fallout would not only affect her, but the entire Dutton family as well.

Jamie continue, “Don’t think I will? Maybe I’ll just call Vince’s parents myself and tell them exactly where their son is!” Hattie's frustration and anger reached its boiling point, and in a swift and defiant motion, she swung her arm and hit Jamie across the face. The impact echoed in the air, the sound of her hand meeting his flesh a testament to her fury. Jamie stumbled backwards, caught off guard by the unexpected strike.

Jamie's forward motion was abruptly halted as Ryan stepped between the two. With a firm hold on Jamie's shoulders, Ryan's voice rang out in a protective tone, demanding answers. "What the hell are you doing?" Ryan's gaze shifted between Jamie and Hattie, his expression a mix of confusion and anger.

Jamie's words were filled with resentment and bitterness as he pushed away from Ryan, shaking off Ryan's restraining hold. "Getting saved again," Jamie sneered, his tone laced with sarcasm. "How fitting for you." His remark hinted at a deeper issue, a festering jealousy and perceived imbalance in the sibling dynamics.

Hattie stood there, watching as Jamie stalked away, her anger and frustration still simmering just below the surface. Her teeth clenched and her body tensed, she struggled to maintain her composure as she processed the confrontation that had just unfolded.

Ryan's strong arms enveloped Hattie, pulling her close as he asked, "You alright?" His voice was gentle yet firm, filled with concern and worry. Hattie leaned into his embrace, her head resting against his chest as she tried to steady her racing heart and tumultuous emotions.

Hattie's reply was soft, her voice tinged with the faintest hint of vulnerability as she responded, "Better now." The protective circle of Ryan's arms made her feel secure and comforted, the turmoil within her slowly began to subside as she drew strength from his presence.

“Good because it’s your turn to pick. What’s your grand idea tonight?” Hattie chuckled softly, a hint of humor seeping into her voice as she responded to Ryan's question. "My grand idea?" she echoed, her tone playful and suggestive. "Well, I was thinking maybe we could do something wild and extravagant, like stealing a horse and riding off into the sunset like in those romance novels." She smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she teased him.

Ryan's lips curled into a grin, enjoying Hattie's playful banter. "Oh, That sounds thrilling." He paused for a moment, considering her proposition. "And where would we be riding off to, after we steal this horse?" he teased, playing along with her joke.

Hattie's eyes sparkled with mischief as she continued to play along with the fantastical scenario she had created. "Well, we'd have to go somewhere far away, where nobody can find us." She leaned in closer to him, a coy smile on her lips. "Maybe a remote cabin in the middle of Texas, where we could spend our days exploring the landscape and our nights exploring each other."

Ryan smirked, “Well we could do that right here.” Hattie's breath caught in her throat as Ryan's words sank in, her heart fluttering at the implication behind his sultry tone. "Right here?" she repeated, a hint of surprise and excitement in her voice. She tilted her head back, a coy smile playing on her lips as she looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of desire and anticipation.

Ryan nodded, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he made his proposal. "Well," he began, a hint of suggestion in his voice, "about thirty minutes from here. Pasture 3 is free. No patrols on that end tonight. You want to lay on your back and look at the stars?" His words hung in the air, the invitation clear, and the offer of a private and intimate moment under the vast sky was alluring. "Sounds perfect,"she replied, her voice laced with anticipation.

They strolled hand in hand through the tall grass, the evening breeze caressing their skin. The sky transformed into a canvas of vibrant hues, painting the clouds with shades of orange and pink.

As they reached a secluded spot near the edge of the pasture, where a large oak tree stood guard, Ryan spread out a blanket, its red and white checkered pattern a stark contrast to the lush green surroundings.

Ryan spoke, his voice is soft, "Used to come here as when I was low man, Dreamin' of bein' an amazing cowboy, dreaming of you. Never thought I'd end up here, with you actually by my side."

Hattie's cheeks flushed, and she leaned in, her lips brushing his gently. "You’re still a shit cowboy, but at least you got one thing going for you."

Their kiss deepened, tongues entwining in a dance as old as time. Ryan's hands roamed over Hattie's body, his rough palms igniting a fire wherever they touched. He unbuttoned her dress, revealing a lace camisole that barely contained her ample bosom. His fingers traced the lace, teasing the edges, making Hattie's breath catch in her throat.

"You're so damn beautiful, Hattie," he whispered, his breath hot against her neck. "Been wantin' to do this all day."

With those words, he cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, now hard and straining against the lace. Hattie arched her back, encouraging his touch, her hands tugging at his shirt, eager to feel his skin.

"Oh, Ryan," Hattie moaned, her fingers tracing the contours of his torso, relishing the feel of his warm skin.

He lowered her onto the blanket, his body hovering over hers, their eyes locked in an unspoken promise of pleasure. Ryan's hands traveled down her body, sliding beneath the camisole, his fingers exploring the soft skin of her stomach, before dipping lower, into the moist heat between her thighs.

Hattie's hips bucked at his touch, her body already aching for release. "Please, Ryan," she begged, her voice hoarse with desire. "I need you."

Ryan smiled, a devilish glint in his eyes. "Oh, I'll give you what you need, darlin'. And more."

With that, he unbuckled his belt, his fingers deftly undoing the buttons of his jeans. Hattie's eyes widened at the sight of his thick, erect cock, straining against his boxers. She reached out, her hand wrapping around his length, stroking him gently, eliciting a low groan from Ryan's throat.

"Feels so damn good, Hattie," he growled, his hips thrusting slightly with each stroke of her hand. "But I wanna feel that sweet pussy of yours around me."

He positioned himself between her thighs, his cock nudging at her entrance, already glistening with her desire. With one smooth thrust, he filled her, their bodies becoming one. Hattie gasped, her back arching off the blanket, as Ryan's cock stretched her, filling her in a way that only he could.

"Fuck, you feel incredible," Ryan panted, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm. "So damn tight and wet."

Hattie's hands gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she urged him on. "Harder, Ryan," she pleaded. "Take me harder."

Ryan obliged, his thrusts becoming more powerful, each one hitting her sweet spot, sending sparks of pleasure through her body. The blanket rustled beneath them, the sound of their passionate moans and the slapping of skin on skin filling the air.

As Ryan's pace quickened, Hattie's body began to tremble, her orgasm building like a storm on the horizon. "I'm close, Ryan," she cried out, her voice laced with desperation.

"Let it go, darlin'," he encouraged, his voice rough with his own mounting desire. "Cum for me, Hattie."

His words were all it took. Hattie's body exploded in a cascade of pleasure, her inner walls clenching around Ryan's cock, milking him as her orgasm ripped through her. Ryan grunted, his own release building, his thrusts becoming erratic as he fought to hold on.

"Fuck, Hattie," he groaned, his body tensing. "I'm gonna cum, darlin'."

With one final, powerful thrust, Ryan emptied himself into her, his hot seed filling her depths. They clung to each other, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts pounding in unison.

As their breathing slowed, Ryan rolled onto his side, pulling Hattie close, her head resting on his chest, their limbs entangled. They lay there, content in the aftermath of their passionate encounter, watching the stars begin to twinkle in the darkening sky.

"This is where I wanna be," Ryan whispered, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on Hattie's bare arm. "Right here, with you, under the Montana sky."

Hattie smiled, her heart full, and kissed his chest gently. "Me too, Ryan. Just us and the stars."

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Dutton Christmas - 1

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Kiera awoke with eager intent, the glow from the Christmas tree she and Simon put up in her living room a couple of days prior to the holiday. It was a small tree as the holiday will be spent in the main lodge with her parents and the rest of her family as it was a tradition.

She was excited for Simon to experience his first true Christmas with her, knowing that he had never celebrated it since he was a child. His past was very vague to her, leaving wonder to fill in the gaps as to what happened. By what she gathered, Simon had an abusive father, and his mother and brother passed away, leaving him with no family aside from her and Task Force 141.

On the morning of Christmas Eve, she snuck out of the bed and took her phone with her, leaning over to announce her dismissal from Simon's stubborn slumber. "I'll be right back, babe, I have to go to the bathroom."

He kept his eyes closed as he mumbled, "Okay, love. I'll be here."

She giggled, pressing a kiss to his warm cheek as she stood to her feet with more "pep in her step" as she began to feel better with each passing day, her motor functions improving with Simon's encouragement of walking a few extra steps a day and keeping a regular routine of taking her prescribed medication and keeping the area around her skin grafts clean, with Simon's help of course as they had to be rinsed with warm water.

Instead of going to the bathroom, she walked through the house and out onto the patio, facing the piercing cold wind as the Wyoming morning was brutal in the winter, even the fall. Opening the text messages of her phone, she saw the text message she had been waiting for.

She had spent too much time outside, taking a much-needed drag from her vape that Simon kept from her, unaware that he had been standing in the doorway of the patio observing her action. Who is she talking to? Is it someone else?

He frowned at the thought, wondering who else it could be that caused her to smile like she would when they were together. With a ping of anger and jealousy swarming his chest, he returned to the bedroom as if he saw nothing. He looked up at the ceiling, mentally preparing himself for the heartbreak that was soon to follow at the news of someone else making her happy other than himself.

She returned to the bedroom, frowning as his posture told her that he had caught her. "Thought you went to the bathroom." He accused.

"I did," She replied. "I just had to make a call-"

"To who?"

She huffed, knowing he had been watching her, being observant of her surroundings herself, she changed the contact name and contact photo before returning to the house for when she would prove herself to his assumptions.

She felt him tense as she sat on the bed, not daring to reach for his hand as she knew he'd jerk it away as his stare was prominent and angry as he didn't break his gaze from the ceiling. "Do you really want to know?"

He sighed heavily, anger causing his breathing to sound jagged as he exhaled from his lungs. Can't even get excited for a holiday because I'm being cheated on, he thought. "Yeah, I do."

"I'm surprising my dad. I've been talking to my uncle to come to visit us from New York for Christmas. He hasn't seen him in years," She explained. "I'm picking him up from the airport at eleven."

He didn't believe her.

"Okay."

"Simon," She sighed, his name rolling from her tongue so naturally. "Why're you so upset about it?"

"Why would you have to sneak around me to text your "uncle?" He accused, side-eyeing her as he said it.

She rolled her eyes, opening her phone to her text messages and setting her phone on his chest, "Read for yourself."

He sighed, taking the phone and holding it in front of his face, reading the brief texting conversation between the two. Maybe she's not lying, he thought, but with many years of understanding betrayal, he couldn't be so sure without further questioning. "Okay."

"Simon," She sighed. "Look at me."

He didn't want to, but he did anyway.

"I know you're thinking the worst."

"I'm not."

"Bullshit," She scoffed. "Go through it. Go through all of my messages if you don't believe me."

"I believe you."

"Your eyes don't say so."

"Don't know what you're talking about." He grumbled.

He glanced at her as he heard her giggle. What's so fucking funny?

"Are you coming with me to the airport or not?"

"Wouldn't want to interrupt your time with your uncle," He huffed, rolling his eyes subtly. "Even though you shouldn't be driving."

"Oh, I wouldn't miss this for the fucking world," She scoffed, getting up from the bed and walking around to the wardrobe. "I'll even dress like a hermit since you think I'm cheating on you."

"Might as well dress nice." He scoffed.

"Stop it. I'm not sneaking behind you to talk to someone else-"

"Then why are you sneaking in the first place?"

"Maybe because it's Christmas and I don't want you to see the gifts I got you?" She scoffed.

Gifts?

"You haven't gone anywhere that I haven't been with you unless you've been sneaking out at night."

"Online ordering, babe," She shook her head, slipping on one of his jackets that she "borrowed" from him.

He loved seeing her wear his shirts and jackets - knowing that a part of him could be on her at all times. "They ship to the lodge, and I go and get them."

"If you say so."

She knew he was pouting and found amusement in it. "Are you going with me or not?"

"I'll be here when you get back. Just let me know if I need to sleep in the other room." He grumbled.

She scoffed, spitting out the last of her mouthwash after combing out the tangles in her post-sleep hair as she walked back into the bedroom, smirking as she straddled him as he lay on his back, his hands immediately going to rest on her knees, finding it so fucking hard to not imagine her baring herself on top of him. Fuckin' hell, he breathed to himself, desperately fighting the temptation of wanting to fuck her blind for cheating on him, wanting to reclaim his territory.

If he only knew...

She placed her palms against his clothed chest, feeling his heavy heartbeat, knowing he was fighting his own temptation.

She was, too.

Especially the subtle growth of his erection desperate to press into her thigh.

"I'll be back," She whispered, leaning down to press her lips to his chin. "You sure you don't want to go with me? My uncle is a hoot."

"I'll meet him when he gets here," He grumbled, his fingers flexing against the leggings that hugged her legs, contemplating on if he wanted to slide them off or cut them off, the heat from her core radiating onto him.

He knew she was wet.

"Suit yourself," She smirked. "I'll be back. I love you."

He didn't want to say it back due to his own assumption of her cheating, but he knew that possibly it was a lie.

"I love you too."

She smiled, rewarding him with a kiss before forcing herself off of him. "How do I look?" She asked, taking advantage of how she had him right where she wanted him.

You'd look better on top of me, he thought, adjusting the comforter over his hips to hide his erection. "Delightful for another man to gawk at." He grumbled.

"Mhm. Thought so," She rolled her eyes playfully, reaching for her purse and twirling her truck keys around her finger. "You sure you don't want to come? I'll save you a seat."

Oh, I want to come alright, he thought to himself, taking the opportunity to glance at her rear when she turned towards the door, pushing the suggestive thoughts from his mind as the thought of another man touching her killed his mood. Why is she so fucking passionate about it?

"I'll be here when you get back." He grumbled, watching her nod with a sly smirk on her face.

"Alright. I'll be back in a couple of hours."

"You need a condom?" He scoffed.

"Not like you have any," She replied, arching her brow. "I won't need them."

He breathed heavily at her words.

She smiled, tucking her bottom lip between her teeth as he watched her exit the room and walk into the kitchen, pouring coffee into her tumbler and pouring creamer into the mix. He scoffed as he watched her, adjusting his erection behind his sweatpants, imagining himself pounding into her as she was bent over the counter. She better be fucking with me, he thought.

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On her way to the airport in Cody, she took the opportunity to blast her favorite music through her speakers, inhaling on the vape pen she stored in her console that she had hidden from Simon's line of sight, knowing he'd take it from her as he hated to see her smoke, but the temptation was too strong to not embrace her favorite flavor as the familiar "nicotine high" gave her a familiar, yet welcoming headache.

She had spent not only a lot of money for this to work, but a lot of time ensuring that things fell into place as it was a long distance for the opposite party as well as travel time.

She walked into the airport, sipping from her tumbler of coffee as she waited in the terminal, eager to meet a couple of familiar faces.

She tapped her foot impatiently as she looked at her phone, reading that the time was almost a quarter past eleven. She then began to wonder what Simon was doing - if he was searching for any clues of her suspicious activity or taking care of his pent-up sexual energy while he had the opportunity.

She smirked at the thought, putting her phone away as a familiar voice caught her attention.

She rose to her feet, smiling at him as the group followed him to meet her, embracing him in her arms in a welcoming hug. "It's so nice to see you!" She smiled into his shoulder.

"I can say the same. You're healing nice. Where's Simon?" He asked.

"Home. Mad as a damn wet hen." She smirked.

He nodded, "I understand."

"Let's go cheer him up, shall we?"

"That we shall. That grumpy bloke." He chuckled.

"Did you get your rental? I don't have enough room for all of you in my truck." She asked, opening the Enterprise app on her phone to check the status.

"That's next on my list," He chuckled, adjusting his bag on his shoulder. "I'm eager to meet him."

"He's different. He seems more at home."

"Good."

»»-------¤-------««

The ride back to the ranch was full of familiar conversation as well as needed laughs.

The family was back together. With her truck packed full of luggage and one other person, the rest followed her in a rented Suburban as they convoyed up the long gravel driveway, the guest in awe as he looked out the window. New land, he thought. I like it.

"Look at him, he's mad as fuck." He chuckled, pointing through the tinted window at Simon who had subtly peeked through the blinds at the sound of her truck approaching the house.

"I know," She giggled. "He thought I was cheating."

"He should know better than that."

"That's what I've been thinking, but I know he assumes the worst. I would, too," She explained, putting the truck in park before exiting first, ignoring the pain in her back due to intense soreness. I need a fucking drink after this, she thought. "Wait here. I'll go see how mad he is."

He nodded, sitting back in the seat as he watched her go to the front door, unlocking it to see Simon leaning against the counter with a cup of coffee steaming next to him. "You still mad?"

"Mad enough that you'd bring another man here just to rub my nose in it - you have some nerve, love." He scoffed.

Her cheeks turned red as she found it hard to contain her excitement.

Simon saw every bit of it.

"Oh, I sure did. My handiwork, if I may add."

He furrowed his brows, "What handiwork?" He scoffed.

"Of bringing another man around here with you here." She continued along with his assumed story. "A few men, actually." 

"Yeah, to watch me beat them," He rolled his eyes. "A lot of nerve."

"A lot of nerve to beat your own brothers in arms?" She hinted, arching her brow, smiling at the gleam of excitement in his eyes. Don't you be fucking with me about that, he thought.

He paused, not knowing what to say as he watched her reach for his hand. He took it, letting her lead him toward the front door.

She opened it, nodding towards the truck as the passenger door opened, a familiar hairstyle catching Simon's eye as his feet touched the gravel and the rest of the entourage exited from the Suburban parked next to the truck.

The 141 was back together.

"Can't believe it, man. She saved you a seat and you didn't take it!" Soap poked, opening his arms as he went to retrieve his luggage from the backseat of the truck.

Simon gently squeezed her upper arm, turning her to face him, her healing face smiling back up at him. "You did this? For me?"

"I sure did," She smiled. "We've been talking about this since we got back home. I had Price call me so I can talk to him about it, and he pretended to be my uncle over text so that you wouldn't catch on." She giggled.

A smile tugged at his lips, his arm coming around her shoulders to pull her close to his chest, placing a kiss on her neck as he whispered into her ear, "I love you so fucking much."

"I love you too," She whispered back, wrapping her arms around his waist, her fingertips pressing into the muscle of his back softly. "Merry Christmas, baby."

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Companion piece to:

Wild Bloom - Jamie buys flowers on the anniversary of Lee's death.

Palm Sunday - Jamie needs help with one of his plants.

The Making of A Man - Jamie reflects on your relationship.

Liam - Jamie discovers a secret.

There are nights that Jamie struggles, where the demons in his head get too much, the noise too loud. Those are the nights he needs a little extra care, the ones where he needs you to give him a little something special.

Right now, he’s naked in your bed, his hands roving all over your body as the lubed up strap lightly caresses his opening. He moans at the sensation, kneading your breast, his thumb teasing over your nipple and you arch against him, the tip breeching him.

“Are you sure you want this?” You ask him, your lips brushing over his with tenderness he’s felt only with you.

“I want this.” He whispers, his thumb tracing over the line of your jaw as he looks into your eyes. “It’s the only way I can give you every part of myself.”

You kiss him then, exerting more pressure, filling him and his grasp on you tightens, is body arching as his hand comes to rest on the nape of your neck keeping you close. He can’t describe how good it feels to have you inside him, to be the focus of your attention. Jamie’s entire life has always been in the service of others, to be the centre of someone’s world, to mean something to someone like this, it ruins him.

“Do you like that?” You whisper, your forehead coming to rest upon his. His palm slides down to your ass, grasping it, drawing you deeper and you tut, stilling completely. “Jamie baby, I need you to use your words.”

“I meant what I said.” He tells you, his nose trailing over yours. “I need to belong to you in every sense of the word.”

“Oh Jamie.” You murmur as you caress his cheek. “You already belong to me, you have since the night you kissed me on my doorstep. I knew there was no going back after that.”

A surge of ecstasy races through him because nobody has ever wanted him the way that you do. No one has ever cared about his needs, his desires, it’s always been about what he can give them, what they can take from him.

You begin to move and Jesus, he can’t get over how good it feels. Already he can feel that heated flush exploding through his synapses as he holds you tighter, his palms stroking over inch of your skin. Your hand slips down between the two of you, your slim fingers wrapping around his cock and it sends Jamie straight into the stratosphere.  His kisses become messier, his breathing more ragged, the euphoria builds into a crescendo, until he’s so overwhelmed with the pleasure the only thought in his head is you and only you.

He cries out your name when he climaxes. His dick painting your fist with streaks of white as your mouth covers his, drinking down his passion as his hands thread through your hair.

This is the only thing he’s ever wanted, someone who wants him, who loves him unconditionally.

“Marry me.” He whispers, his lips ghosting over yours. “Belong to me, the same way that I belong to you.”

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Yellowstone

Steady Heart

Rating: M

Pairing: Slow-burn Kayce Dutton x Stella Daniels OFC

39 Chapters

When a sudden death happens at the Yellowstone Dutton Ranch, Stella Daniels is forced deeper into the world of her employer, John Dutton. It’s much further than her experience from just working with the horses and being an extra wrangler when needed. Now Stella, her brother Ryan, and her best friend Kayce; her employer’s youngest semi-estranged son, have to navigate finding their place within the ranch’s not-so-clean dealings and the challenges that come their way.

Movin’ Mountains

Rating: M

Pairing: Kayce Dutton x Stella Daniels OFC

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In the wake of a new horizon, with the aftermath of Malcolm’s attack behind them, the Yellowstone Dutton Ranch tries to get back to some sense of normalcy. Stella works on recovering from her injuries, and how to navigate the new foundation of her relationship with Kayce. The gang does their best to keep her grounded. With the newest players introducing themselves quickly will they be able to keep the newest evil at bay? Stella knew that Malcolm would certainly not be the last. The ranch will have to work hard to keep the wolves close but at bay simultaneously because people always say, “keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.” Right? Right.

Triple Frontier

The Hound’s Pursuit

Chapter 1: Crossroads of Chaos — Chapter 2: The Gathering Storm — Chapter 3: Coming soon!

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Cowboy Up - Pt.10

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Pairing: Ryan (Yellowstone) x Dutton!reader

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Rip had insisted that y/n have a late start that morning, knowing that she wouldn’t have slept well the night before.  Instead of being at the barn as first light was breaking, she’d spent an extra hour staring at the ceiling above her bed before giving up on a lie in and getting up for the day even though she wasn’t expected for another couple of hours.  

Brushing off Gator’s offer of pancakes, his ultimate food for her comfort, she headed for the porch and settled on her favourite side overlooking the fields and lit up her first cigarette of the day.  Once that one was finished, she stubbed it out under her boot and immediately lit another one.  With an exhale of smoke, y/n felt the first tear slide down her cheek.  At least Montana had blessed the ranch with nice weather for the anniversary of her mother’s death and she knew she would be avoiding Beth more than normal.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket and she pulled it out to see a message from Rip.  ‘I know you’ve already got a late start but if you need the day off just let me know.  Everyone can work around you- Rip.’  Y/n couldn’t help but chuckle at the fact Rip still signed his name on messages and how he refused to have anything more than his damn flip phone.  After putting out her second cigarette, she typed out her response.  ‘The worst thing for me to be doing today is being alone with my thoughts, especially not in this house.  I’ll be down soon, have coffee waiting.’

After collecting her boots from the porch, and accepting the apple Gator forced into her hand, y/n set off down the drive to the barn to start the day.

-/-/-

When she reached the barn, the hands were outside with their horses ready to ride out to check for cattle.  Lloyd was the first one to approach her, thermos of coffee in hand which he gave her in exchange for a wordless hug.  He’d been there for her through it all, even when she was a scared kid he’d still take the time out of his work day to teach her the skills her older brothers were learning on the cattle and supervised her with the horses when nothing else would quiet her mind.  Whilst their mother’s death had made Beth swear off horses for life, it had only pushed y/n closer towards them.  At this point, their routine on that day each year was down to a fine art.

On his way to his horse, Rip squeezed her shoulder in quiet support.  Y/n knew that was all he would show in front of the hands but it was his way of telling her he was there for her.  She smiled at him gratefully before going to the barn to tack Comanche up.

From where he stood with his own horse, Ryan’s eyes followed her and he wordlessly passed his reins to Colby.  Lloyd looked up from tightening his cinch to see the other hand slipping into the barn and decided that maybe this was the year y/n would accept the comfort she was offered.

Inside the barn, Ryan found her with Comanche’s stall open but his tack still on the floor outside.  She stood with one hand on his withers and the other tangled in his mane.  From where he was standing, Ryan could see the small shake of her shoulders.  He made the small distance across to her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

Y/n tensed at the initial contact before relaxing into his hold, dropping her hands from Comanche.  After a moment, she turned in his arms to bury her face in his chest.  When he tightened his hold on her and pushed his face into her neck, he could feel the shake of her body.  Tears started to dampen his shirt but he didn’t pull away from her, letting her take all the time she needed.  When she did pull away from his embrace, Ryan pretended not to see how his girlfriend subtly wiped her face.  

He leant against the open door to watch her tack up, “‘m not gonna ask how you’re doing today sweetheart, but I’m here.  All day every day.”

When she exited the barn with Comanche in tow, Rip raised an eyebrow at Ryan following her out but didn’t say anything deciding that today was not the time to have that conversation with her.  Instead, he watched her mount up before informing her that she would be riding with him, making it clear that she wouldn’t be able to argue her way out of his decision.

-/-/-

A little while later y/n was starting to feel more human than she had when she woke up that morning.  The sun warmed her body down to her bones which was, in her opinion, the best medicine that Montana had to offer.  Rip normally indulged her rambling more than the other hands (except maybe Lloyd, he’d let her get away with anything) but today he let her fill any pocket of silence with stories and whatever else came into her head as they rode towards the main house.

The pair rode up to where Jimmy was working and y/n burst out laughing when she looked over to the sight of her sister, naked, in the trough with a bottle of champagne.  They all had their own ways of coping, she guessed.  Hers was using chores to keep her mind busy, Jamie pretended like nothing was wrong, Kayce was probably out making poor life choices.  Apparently this was Beth’s way of coping.  

Rip looked over at her for assistance and she shook her head, “not touching her with an electrified cattle prod today.  She’s your problem.”

The foreman groaned but relented, handing Jimmy his reins when he dismounted before going to negotiate with the eldest Dutton sister after Jamie had managed to piss her off.

Y/n leaned over to where Jimmy was stood speechless, “welcome to my fucked up family, they all hate each other.”

“What about you?” He asked, “Do you hate them?”

She shrugged, “eh that’s a complicated question Jimmy.  I don’t think I could hate them but I sure as shit don’t like some of ‘em.  Me and dad will never recover from what he did to Kayce, much as he’s in denial about that, Jamie’s a workaholic who never noticed me falling apart and me and Beth… well me and Beth haven’t agreed on anything since she killed my mother.  Best of them was Lee and the bastard had the nerve to die and leave me in the middle of this shit.”

“Anyone ever told you you need therapy?” Jimmy muttered.

Y/n laughed, “this horse is all the therapy I need.”

Rip strode back towards them, frustration on his face as Beth strutted back to the house still naked.  Y/n laughed as expression and he glared at her when he mounted up.

“I’d have thought you’d realised by now Beth ain’t gonna make it easy for you,” she pointed out.

He rolled his eyes, “shut up.”

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TW : death !

silver  is  not  a  red  creek  native  by  any  means  …  if  anything  ,  she  was  a  routine  tourist  .  every  christmas  ,  a  month  in  the  summers  ,  maybe  a  birthday  party  if  it  was  meant  to  be  an  extra  special  one  but  she  was  a  southern  us  girl  thru  and  thru  ,  which  is  why  she  was  so  glad  that  her  dad  didn't  get  custody  of  her  when  her  parents  divorced  and  he  moved  from  their  detroit  apartment  and  her  mom  packed  the  car  ,  bound  for  dallas  ,  little  silvia  in  the  backseat  with  her  stuffed  bunny  .  she  thought  she  would  miss  her  dad  more  but  she's  always  felt  guilty  for  how  much  she  just  didn't  .  he  was  nice  but  always  just  a  bit  over  -  preoccupied  with  other  stuff  ,  like  drinking  beers  or  shooting  pool  .

so  silver  and  her  mother  were  in  dallas  for  three  years  or  so  ,  leaving  the  city  behind  for  tucson  when  mom  got  a  job  at  a  law  firm  that  her  then  boyfriend  was  working  at  .  that  lasted  two  more  years  and  then  ,  when  the  inevitable  heartbreak  hit  again  ,  she  packed  them  up  for  colorado  …  then  tennessee  ,  and  new  mexico  ,  and  louisiana  ,  and  by  the  time  silver  was  senior  in  high  school  ,  she  was  finishing  it  off  in  south  carolina  .  but  in  all  the  moving  around  ,  the  one  consistent  thing  was  christmas  with  dad's  family  and  summers  in  red  creek

she  would  babysit  her  little  cousins  ,  daniela  and  angela  ,  letting  them  drag  her  around  town  to  get  ice  cream  and  go  to  the  library  or  the  movies  .  sometimes  they'd  go  down  to  the  creek  and  swim  around  for  hours  on  end  ,  silver  dragging  them  back  home  and  braiding  their  hair  while  they  watched  tv  ,  it  was  cute  !  she  spent  more  time  with  them  than  her  dad  but  that  didn't  matter  to  her  ,  it  wasn't  exactly  even  new  .

but  she  hated  the  cold  and  would  run  to  whichever  southern  state  her  mom  was  loved  up  in  the  minute  an  errant  breeze  came  around  ,  always  looking  for  the  sun  .  however  ,  there  was  only  ever  one  person  that  could  get  her  to  stick  around  for  the  snow  …  joaquin  .

she  had  spent  her  time  after  high  school  drifting  from  town  to  town  in  the  south  ,  getting  dead  end  jobs  in  dive  bars  and  truck  stop  diners  when  her  dad  asked  her  to  come  spend  another  summer  in  red  creek  .  he  payed  for  her  flight  and  she  hopped  on  a  plane  and  the  first  person  she  saw  when  she  got  off  the  bus  from  the  airport  was  him  ,  all  smiles  and  sparkles  in  his  eyes  …  if  she  were  a  different  kinda  girl  ,  she  would've  blushed  .

they  were  convinced  it  wasn't  just  a  summer  fling  and  they  were  kind  of  right  .  she  bought  sweaters  and  wore  them  around  their  little  apartment  near  um  ,  where  she  worked  while  he  went  to  school  and  planned  a  little  future  together  .  she'd  had  boyfriends  before  ,  guys  she'd  run  into  the  ground  basically  (  like  mother  yadda  yadda  yadda  )  but  joaq  was  different  …  he  was  gonna  be  her  husband  one  day  and  they  would  actually  work  ,  unlike  her  parents  .  he  had  even  been  planning  a  birthday  something  or  other  ,  because  he  knew  she  had  a  weird  complex  about  having  a  birthday  so  close  to  christmas  but  he  was  sweet  like  that  …

when  he  died  ,  she  very  nearly  couldn't  breathe  .  the  weeks  following  felt  like  events  she  was  watching  happen  from  a  third  party  perspective  .  she  actually  even  passed  out  from  dehydration  because  as  long  as  she  was  awake  ,  she  was  crying  and  she  never  remembered  to  drink  enough  water  .  the  minute  she  got  back  to  their  apartment  from  red  creek  ,  she  sent  a  long  message  to  his  family  and  told  them  to  come  get  his  things  for  him  because  she  just  couldn't  be  there  any  longer  .  she  grabbed  two  of  his  shirts  ,  a  hoodie  ,  got  into  her  car  ,  and  drove  out  of  the  state  ,  until  she  saw  the  sun  and  no  sign  of  snow  anywhere  .

for  two  years  after  that  ,  she  drifted  in  and  out  of  bars  ,  sleeping  in  shitty  motels  ,  living  off  of  gas  station  hot  dogs  and  diet  coke  .  she  spent  her  nights  (  and  days  )  at  the  parties  of  old  friends  ,  drinking  by  their  pools  and  ignoring  any  man  that  even  thought  about  approaching  her  .  it  wasn't  until  she'd  used  all  her  savings  that  she  turned  to  yet  another  dive  bar  and  began  pouring  drinks  which  is  where  she  met  her  now  ex

he  was  nothing  like  joaquin  and  maybe  that's  exactly  what  she  was  looking  for  .  he  did  drugs  ,  he  smoked  like  a  chimney  ,  he  partied  all  night  and  slept  all  day  and  had  hushed  conversations  with  friends  while  one  of  them  took  vigorous  notes  .  their  relationship  was  built  on  a  shared  need  to  escape  their  pasts  and  question  nothing  about  that  so  they  did  well  together  .  three  years  in  ,  he  went  out  one  day  to  do  whatever  the  fuck  it  was  that  he  did  and  suddenly  ,  he's  rushing  into  their  trailer  to  tell  her  ,  while  covered  in  sweat  ,  that  the  police  are  after  him  .  the  news  had  his  face  plastered  all  over  it  -  “  four  men  rob  bank  at  gunpoint  ,  make  off  with  seven  hundred  thousand  dollars  ”  .

he  didn't  make  it  far  before  they  caught  him  and  threw  him  in  jail  .  the  minute  he  and  his  three  accomplices  were  convicted  ,  silver  had  the  keys  in  the  ignition  of  his  mustang  and  she  was  driving  again  .  again  again  again  .  life  is  cyclical  like  that  .  she  returned  to  red  creek  ,  seeking  out  her  dad  but  he  was  working  full  time  as  a  truck  driver  now  ,  only  ever  home  for  a  couple  days  a  month  .  that  was  fine  .  she  got  what  was  meant  to  be  a  short  term  job  at  the  motel  and  stayed  in  her  old  bedroom  and  made  no  eye  contact  with  anyone  other  than  her  family  members  .

right  as  she  was  about  to  leave  ,  daniela  disappears  and  silver  couldn't  leave  after  that  .  so  here  she  is  ,  promoted  to  manager  ,  keeping  an  eye  out  for  her  cousin  ,  avoiding  anyone  that  might  have  been  at  joaquin's  funeral  ,  and  hoping  no  one  asks  her  too  many  questions  about  what  she'd  been  up  to  the  past  couple  years  …

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He has also "pledged to address inflation by "cutting government waste," singling out the jobs of 36,000 public servants hired under Labor."

He wants to sack tens of thousands of people because providing services is "wasteful". Centrelink phone wait times are down, claims processing times are down, backlogs are down, all because they hired over 4000 extra people (and provided 4000 jobs), but that is "wasteful".

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34 - Norris Meets Dutton’s

Part 35

Raised Fair Share of Hell

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Alissa’s pov 

Standing in the kitchen I waited on the oven timer to go off to tell me the biscuits I was making would be done, which not surprisingly were my eldest daughter’s favorite thing in the world.  Just like me and Kayce. 

My phone rang from its spot laying on the kitchen countertop so I picked it up reading my daughter's name coming up on the screen.  “Hey baby.  Are you on your way here now?” 

“Yeah.  Cooper and I left early this morning.  We should be there by dinner at seven.” 

Hoisting myself up onto the kitchen island I kicked my legs slightly up and down.  “That’s good to know.  I’ll have Gator cook some of your favorites for dinner.  Does Cooper have any allergies I should know about?” 

“No ma’am.” Cooper responded through the phone. 

Biting my lip I made a silent note in my head hearing my daughter sigh through her end of the phone.  “Honey, are you okay?  What’s wrong because I can sense there’s something upsetting or worrying you.” 

“I’m worried what daddy will think of him.  I mean I’ve never had any boyfriends growing up until now.” 

Pausing for a moment I debated on what to say next to my daughter.  She knows her father loves her, but he's also super protective.  “Look sweetie, your father loves you.  He loves his family more than anything else in the world.  So I get why you're worried but as long as your boyfriend is himself and treats you right everything will work itself out in the end.” 

“Thanks, mama.  I appreciate the advice.  We'll be there in a few hours.” 

Hitting the end call button I hung up with them.  “See you then.” Sliding off the counter I went to help Gator make the dinner we would eat tonight.  My mom, sister, Rip and the rest of our ranch hands would be working to prepare for the branding that would be in the next two or three days.  

The spread that would be laid out would be steak, potatoes and biscuits for dessert. 

An hour later I heard someone walk behind me before familiar arms wrapped around my waist.  “Who got you to make biscuits hmm?” Kayce nuzzles his nose into my neck kissing the crook of it where my shoulder blade meets my neck. 

“Our daughter is coming home for the branding while she's on fall break.” I responded, eyeing his hand that reaches for one of the fresh biscuits until I slapped it away with a spoon. “Hey, no!  Those are for dinner later tonight.  You can't eat them.” 

“Ow! I just want one.  Plus you know Tate and Madeline will smell them any minute now.” He rubbed his hand I had previously smacked. 

Bending down I opened the oven lid pulling out another tray of biscuits already prepared for what he had mentioned.  “That’s why I made an extra batch.  Now please get out of the kitchen.” Sure enough two sets of smaller feet came barreling down the staircase the second the delightful smell filled the whole lodge. 

A few hours afterwards it was exactly seven o’clock. Changing into a simple light blue dress I curled the ends of my hair and slipped on some short black cowgirl boots.  Searching through the house for my husband I finally peaked my head outside the front door seeing him sitting on the front porch swing with a shotgun laying across his lap.  “Kayce John Dutton. What on earth do you think you’re doing with that shotgun?” 

“I don't like the wind chimes.  They're gonna go in a second.” He came up with the best lie he could. 

Putting my hands on my hips I scowled at him, noticing the particular chimes he referred to had been long gone.  “You mean the previous wind chimes that Beth blew up with that exact firearm over ten years ago.” 

“Damn it.” He quickly realized that they weren't gone just like i did.  He avoided my gaze afterwards.  “I don’t want to tell you what I'm really doing with this.” 

“Kayce  - tell me you're not thinking of shooting this boy off our porch.” Walking away from the door once I closed it, taking a seat beside him on the swing. He sent me a serious and silent look where I put a hand to my forehead.  “Why do I feel like I married my father nowadays?” 

Kayce got slightly offended by my comment.  “Hey!” 

“You’re telling me you don't see it in yourself right now.” Meeting his gaze I raised a brow at my husband, knowing he was smart enough to see it.  “We have three kids, one son, and two daughters.  Our oldest daughter has her first boyfriend and you're sitting out here waiting with a shotgun sitting on your lap.  And by my count you'll threaten to shoot him just like my daddy did you when he found out you got me pregnant.” 

“I do agree with some of your fathers choices now - he’s here.” Kayce rose from the swing nearly launching me onto the ground hearing a vehicle coming down the driveway.  

“Mmm!” I grumbled under my breath getting up from the swing watching someone get out of the driver's side and open the passenger side door revealing our daughter.  It was an old red and white pickup truck.  Kayce currently had the gun pointed up until I pushed my hand down on the long barrel, aiming the loaded weapon to the ground.  “Put the gun down Clyde.” 

Kayce rolled his eyes, hating to hear our former nicknames of this town.  “Don’t make me start calling you Bonnie.” 

“Thanks.  Mama!” Faith smiled at her boyfriend before noticing me coming down the porch steps.  Extending my arms outward for her she flung herself into my embrace with laughter and happy tears. 

Kissing her hair I broke the hug so happy she was home.  “Ooh  I’ve missed you baby.  Now introduce me to this boyfriend of yours.  I can’t believe you told Aunt Beth before me.” 

My daughter eyed her boots before tipping her cowgirl hat up slightly, walking us back over to the truck with Texas plates.  “I’m sorry, mama.  But anyhow this is Cooper.  Copper, this is my mother.” He had brown slightly curly hair stuffed underneath a red Texas ball cap, wearing a gray flannel shirt, dark blue jeans and dusty brown boots. 

“Nice to meet you, ma’am.” Cooper held out his hand and I shook it gently. “Cooper, Cooper Norris.” 

“I’m Alissa.  It’s nice to meet you.”

Cooper nodded lifting his gaze up to the porch with his entire body shivering a something.  “Is he really going to shoot me if I step up onto the porch?”

“Kayce!” 

Faith turned her head to seeing exactly what I saw.  “Daddy!” 

“Put the damn shotgun down before I come up there and kick your ass.  You’re gonna scare the boy shitless.” 

Kayce slowly lowered the firearm glaring at the Texans boy, walking into the house carrying the weapon in hand.  “Just giving him a good warning.” 

“So - um that’s my daddy, Kayce.” Faith nervously chuckled. 

Raising my hands up I waved the pair up and inside the house, reminding myself to talk with my husband later about this first impression he just gave.  “Don’t worry I’ll make sure there’s no firearms at the dinner table.  Her father really is nice once you get to know him.” The three of us made our way into the house, where the two got settled on the living room couch for a few minutes. 

The doorbell rang a few times with it getting thrown opened where I heard my sister in law make a lord entrance with her husband following behind her.  “Where is my biscuit lovin’ niece and this boyfriend of hers at!” 

“Aunt Beth.  Uncle Rip!” Faith spun around on her boots, hugging each of them tightly with a huge smile on her face. 

Footsteps came around the corner where we saw John and Gator coming out of the kitchen heading to the dining room.  “Dinner is ready and we're eating at the dining table tonight.  Oh so this is your boyfriend, Faithy Rae.  I’m John, her grandfather.” 

“Oh god.” Covering my face with my hands I prayed my sister in law wouldn’t run the poor boy off. 

Cooper shook John’s hand following my daughter into the dining room.  “Nice to meet you.  I’m Cooper.” 

“Is there - a - specific seating or-“  Rip eyed the long table unsure of where to sit. 

John took his seat at the head of the table, pointing to the front seat in front of his left arm.  “Wherever you want.  Faith, you and your boyfriend can sit right here.” 

“Um Mr. Dutton?” Cooper removed his red Texas Tech ball cap holding it up. 

His father in law responded watching Faith sit her tan cowgirl hat on the edge of the table.  “On the table is fine.  It looks formal, Cooper.  But it’s not.  It’s just supper.” 

“Rough day at the office again?” Beth asked, seeing the anger written on her brother’s face. 

Kayce answered with food in his mouth.  “Work isn’t what is bothering me.” 

“Is it because you currently want to throw the Norris boy off our property?” Beth kept firing another question at her younger brother. 

John placed his napkin in his lap.  “How about we don’t talk about threatening the boy at the dinner table.” 

“Do you have that shotgun hidden underneath the table?” Beth asked. 

Cooper stiffened his back up against the chair with his mouth full of food. “What?” 

John glared at his daughter.  “What’d I just say?” 

“What would you like to talk about, daddy?” Beth slammed her fork down on the table.  “Kayce is obviously uncomfortable about his daughter dating.  She’s his baby girl and his first born.” 

John simply said her name.  “Beth.” 

“Our house is filled with shotguns and other things.  Oh Cooper, did my niece mention to you that her father is a former Navy seal with advanced training?” 

Faith attempted to reassure him that we were a nice family.  “We're just very protective of our family is all.  Family is everything here.  But don't worry he's not going to kill you , right Auntie Beth?” 

John grumbled again.  “Beth.” 

“If we don’t talk about my brother’s uncomfortable feelings over this dinner we have nothing to talk about.  Are you suggesting that we eat in silence and make it more uncomfortable for Kayce and Cooper.  Is that really what you’re suggesting?” 

Rip finished his food quickly, getting to his feet grabbing his wife’s arm tugging her up from her seat.  “Thank you for dinner, sir.  Let’s go check on Carter sweetie.” 

“Baby, what are we doing-“ Beth asked before we heard the front door shut behind them letting the whole house fill with silence except for the sound of people eating their food. 

Awkward silence fell into the room with everyone staring at one another causing me to get up from my chair going towards the kitchen.  “Who wants biscuits, huh.  And while we eat those , Cooper you can tell us about yourself.” 

“That sounds great. Mrs. Dutton.” He responded with my daughter placing her hand over his so he wasn’t as nervous. 

This family dinner certainly wasn’t over yet.