#3-rail ranch fence

[duramaxfences]

3-Rail Vinyl Ranch Fence- Is It Better Than Wood?

Vinyl fences are gradually capturing the market in recent years since they are affordable and low-maintenance. In addition, you will get them in unique colors and designs. So, depending on your preference, you will find a vinyl fence that matches the aesthetics of your property. If you are looking for a ranch fence, buy 3 ranch rail fence made out of vinyl. Ranchers love wooden fences but know that wood is biodegradable and rots due to harsh climatic conditions. Once installed, the fence should last for many years, so you need to check and look into other options before deciding. Let’s find out how a vinyl ranch fence is better than wood.

Vinyl ranch fences are three to four times more durable than wooden fences

A wooden fence is sensitive to damage and immediately starts rotting and warping when it comes in contact with extreme weather. A high-quality vinyl fence is durable, strong, and weather-resistant due to the DuraResin formulation used while manufacturing. A 3-rail ranch fence is manufactured using high-quality vinyl, which makes it stronger than an ordinary wooden fence. In addition, the DuraResin formulation provides 25% more durability, especially against the rigors of the southwest sun.

The presence of 12 parts of titanium dioxide and UV inhibitors results in high-quality UV-resistant and weatherproof fences. So it won't warp, rot, or break even in extreme weather conditions. Unlike random fence manufacturing companies, a good company uses thicker vinyl sheets to avoid problems like heat warpage and accidental breakage. Once you buy these fences, you are sorted for at least fifteen to twenty years.

Vinyl fence is low-maintenance and long-lasting (unlike wood)

The biggest drawback of a wooden fence is that it requires frequent maintenance. But things will be different if you buy 3 ranch rail fence. Unlike wooden ranch fences, vinyl doesn't buckle or suffer from pest infestation (termites). Vinyl fences are waterproof and need minimum maintenance. It doesn't stain or turn yellow and retains color due to the presence of 12 parts of titanium dioxide and UV inhibitors.

Sun, wind, hailstorm, rain- nothing ruins the color of vinyl ranch fences. These reasons made vinyl the most-sorted and preferred ranch fence for Americans. On top of that, occasional rinsing with a garden hose is enough to keep the fences looking new forever.

Aesthetics

Ranchers swear by the beauty of wooden ranch rail. But, wood fades quickly and gets discolored. Choosing 3 rail ranch fence made with vinyl is stronger and fade-resistant. You can opt for the DuraGrain vinyl fence. It is a wood-grained fence with the appeal of wood but is low maintenance and durable – just like vinyl.

Moreover, the DuraGrain fence comes with the cellular structure of a vinyl fence without the hassle of rotting or sagging. As a result, the DuraGrain fence is 70% better than wood fences and is cost-effective. You will also get color options like tan, adobe, and white.

Price- A priceless long-term investment

Installing a vinyl ranch fence may be costly, but technically it is a long-term investment. Although wooden fences are cheaper initially, the maintenance cost adds up in the future. However, vinyl is strong, and if you purchase it from a good manufacturer, you won't have to worry about repainting or repairing it.

Final words

A high-quality vinyl ranch fence is engineered to last long. Moreover, you get an additional limited lifetime warranty, which is an added advantage. Duramax Fences manufacture sturdy and non-toxic vinyl fences that align with the ASTM parameters. Request a quote!

[joelmillerisapunk]

Howdy Honey I. can't get you off my mind

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summary: After a tumultuous fall from your horse that leaves you with a fractured wrist and bruised ribs, you find solace in the strong arms and gentle care of Joel Miller, the new ranch hand whose rugged exterior hides a tender heart.

warnings: mentions of falling, fracture, eventual smut, slowburn, age-gap, some fluff, two stubborn people falling in love, angst, from both your and Joel's pov

notes: First of all thank you to all of you for supporting the masterlist, I am absolutely blown away! I appreciate the heck out of you all so very much! <3 <3 Second thank you sm to @joelslegalwhre and @mountainsandmayhem for screaming with me about all of this ily both <3 Third I wrote this after my own experiences falling off a horse and being carried by a hot cowboy at work. K I'm gonna go panic, love you all bye. gif is by @tomshiddles divider by @saradika-graphics

The sun is high and unforgiving, casting a golden hue over the sprawling acres of your family's ranch—a place where the West still feels wild and untamed. The ranch, nestled in a valley surrounded by rugged mountains, is a patchwork of green pastures, dotted with grazing cattle and horses. The main house, a sturdy two-story structure with a wraparound porch, stands proudly at the heart of the property, its whitewashed walls and red roof are like a beacon for the lost amidst the vast expanse of land. You can always find your way back home.

To the east lies the stables, a long, low building with enough room to house two dozen horses comfortably. Its wooden walls have weathered to a soft gray, and the scent of hay and horse is always present in the air. Just beyond the stables is the equipment barn, filled with tractors, balers, and all manner of tools necessary for maintaining the ranch. The sound of metal clanging against metal often echoes from within as ranch hands tend to repairs or prepare for the day's work. A little further out is the chicken coop, bustling with activity as hens peck at the ground and roosters crow their morning greetings.

On the southern end of the ranch, a series of fenced-in training pens are set up for breaking in new horses or for practicing roping skills. It's here that you often find the newly hired ranch hand, Joel Miller, expertly mending a section of split-rail fence or guiding a young colt through its paces with patience and skill honed over decades. 

You've grown up with the scent of hay and the sound of hooves on dirt, a life that's as much a part of you as the blood in your veins. Recently, your parents brought on a few new ranch hands, a decision driven not only by their advancing years and a growing wanderlust but also, you suspect, by a desire to ensure you're well looked after in their absence. It didn't seem to matter how many times you'd promised that you and [name] the very first and only other person hired to help around, could take care of the ranch -  they never let go of the fact you weren't five anymore. 

Today you find yourself working a little less hard because of Joel Miller, the new ranch hand that looks like he stepped straight out of a Western movie. You watch him from afar as you make your way to take your horse out, his muscles straining against his plaid shirt as he repairs a section of fencing. He moves with an easy grace despite his age and broad build. His salt-and-pepper hair peeks out from under his worn cowboy hat, and you can't help but feel a pull towards him, something beyond the usual respect for a seasoned hand.

The ranch is alive with activity as you prepare Daisy for her daily run. The horses in the nearby pasture lift their heads at your approach, their ears pricked with curiosity. Daisy nickers softly, her tail swishing in anticipation as you lead her out of her stall and toward the open pasture. As you trot along one of the well-worn trails, you pass by landmarks that tell stories of your family's history; there's an old rusted tractor from your grandfather's time, now half-buried in wildflowers; a grove where you used to play hide-and-seek with your siblings; and further on, an ancient stone marker placed by settlers who once claimed this land as their own. Each sight brings back memories that are as much a part of you as they are a part of this place. 

But today, these familiar sights are merely blurs in your peripheral vision as Daisy gallops across the landscape. The wind whips through your hair, and you feel a rush of adrenaline as the horse's muscles move powerfully beneath you. It's in these moments that you feel most at peace, in harmony with the natural world around you.

Suddenly, a sharp cry from Daisy breaks the rhythm of her gait. You pull sharply on the reins as a jackrabbit darts out from the underbrush, its sudden appearance startling her. In an instant, your peaceful ride turns to chaos. Daisy rears up, her eyes wide with fear, and you're thrown from the saddle, the world a blur of blue sky and golden earth. The impact is jarring, knocking the breath from your lungs as you hit the ground hard. Pain radiates from your side and arm. As you lie there, struggling to catch your breath, Daisy gallops away towards the safety of the stables, leaving you alone in a cloud of dust.

The sun beats down mercilessly upon you as waves of pain wash over your body. You try to move but find that even breathing is a challenge. You try to push yourself up, but a wave of nausea forces you back down. It's then that you hear the pounding of hooves approaching fast and boots hitting the ground. 

"Easy there, easy," a familiar voice drawls as strong hands gently roll you onto your back. Joel's face swims into view, his brow furrowed with concern. "Looks like ya had a bit of a tumble, darlin'. Can you tell me where it hurts?" His voice is deep and soothing, cutting through the haze of pain. You manage to point to your side, wincing as he carefully probes the area. "Just bruised, I reckon," he says after a moment, his touch is surprisingly gentle for such calloused hands. "Your arm too. We should get ya back to the house. Might have t'see the doctor."

Over my dead body, you think to yourself.

With surprising ease, Joel scoops you up into his arms, cradling you against his chest. You can't help but notice the warmth radiating from his body. It's an intimacy that makes your breath hitch in your throat—a sensation that has nothing to do with your injuries.

"Gave me quite the scare there darlin," Joel remarks as he carries you towards his waiting horse. His tone is light but there's an undercurrent of something else—affection? worry? "What were you thinkin’ taking Daisy out alone after that storm last night? These trails can be treacherous."

You want to argue that you're capable and don't need help, that it was just a routine ride and something spooked Daisy but arguing takes energy—energy that's currently in short supply thanks to the pain radiating from your side and shooting through your arm. Instead you murmur a weak apology. "Didn't think it’d be a problem."

Joel chuckles softly. "Well, I reckon that's part of the adventure, ain't it? Never quite knowing what the day's gonna bring." He adjusts his hold on you slightly, his grip firm yet careful. "But next time, maybe wait for someone to come with you. Safety in numbers and all that."

As he settles you onto his horse, he keeps a steady hand on your back, “you okay darlin?” He asks, making sure you're secure before you nod and he swings up behind you as gently as he can. The closeness is overwhelming; his body is a solid wall of heat at your back, and you can feel the muscles in his thighs as they grip the horse's flanks. It's a strange mix of vulnerability and safety, being so close to this man who just (weeks/days?) ago was a little more than a stranger.

The ride back to the ranch is a blur of sensations—the rhythmic sway of the horse beneath you, the scent of leather and sweat mingling with Joel's unique aroma of woodsmoke and something undeniably masculine. You find yourself leaning into him without thinking, seeking comfort in his strength.

"Almost there," Joel reassures you as the house comes into view. His breath is warm against your ear, sending an unexpected shiver down your spine. "We'll get some ice on those bruises and take a look at you."

Once at the ranch house, he carries you inside and sets you down gently on the living room couch crouching beside you to remove your boots. His fingers brush against your skin accidentally as he works them off one by one—a touch that sends sparks racing along your nerves despite yourself and despite any rational thought about how much older he is than you. You quickly blink them away.

"Ice pack," he commands firmly but kindly before disappearing into the kitchen. You hear the clinking of ice being scooped from the freezer. 

As Joel returns from the kitchen, the air in the room shifts subtly. He kneels beside you on the couch, his movements deliberate and gentle. "This might be a bit cold at first," he warns, his voice carrying a hint of gruffness that hadn't been there before.

You nod, bracing yourself for the shock of cold. But when he lifts the hem of your shirt to expose your bruised side, the brush of his fingers against the sensitive skin of your stomach sends an unexpected wave of heat coursing through you. It's a clinical touch, meant only to aid in your recovery, but the proximity of his hands to the curves of your body is not lost on you.

He places the makeshift ice pack against your side, the cold seeping your body. You can't help the sharp intake of breath as the icy chill envelops the tender area. Joel's eyes flick to yours, concern etched across his features.

"Sorry, darlin'," he murmurs, his gaze lingering on yours for a moment longer than necessary. "I know it's uncomfortable, but it'll help with the swelling."

You give him a small, reassuring smile, trying to convey that you understand—that you appreciate his attentiveness. As he holds the ice pack in place, his other hand comes to rest on your hip, a steady presence that seems to anchor you amidst the discomfort.

The room is silent save for the soft ticking of the grandfather clock and the occasional crackle of ice as it begins to melt against your skin. You can feel the heat of Joel's palm through the fabric of your jeans, and you find yourself acutely aware of every point of contact between you.

After a few minutes, he slowly lifts the ice pack away, his eyes scanning your side with a practiced eye. "How does it feel now?" he asks, his voice a low rumble that seems to resonate within you.

"A bit better," you admit, the pain having dulled to a manageable ache.

He nods, his attention still focused on your injury. With a gentle touch that belies his rugged exterior, he traces the edge of the bruise with his fingers, his touch feather-light yet firm. The sensation sends a shiver up your spine, and you find yourself holding your breath, waiting for his next move.

"You're gonna be sore for a few days," he says. "But I think you'll live."

As he withdraws his hand, you feel an odd sense of loss, as if the warmth of his touch had become a lifeline in the midst of your pain. You watch as he rises to his feet, his tall frame casting a shadow over you.

"Thank you, Joel," you manage to say, your voice barely above a whisper. The words feel inadequate, but they're all you have to offer in this moment.

The corners of Joel's mouth twitch into a small smile, and he gives a nod, turning back towards the kitchen 

While he's gone, you take the opportunity to study him from afar as he walks through the open room to the kitchen. There's an air of quiet strength about him, a sense of resilience. You find yourself wondering about his past—where he came from, what brought him here to your family's ranch. But those questions will have to wait for another time; right now, just talking and moving is enough of a challenge without adding an interrogation into the mix.

Joel returns with a glass of water and some painkillers. "Here," he says gently, helping you sit up enough to swallow the pills before lying back down against the cushions with a wince at the sharp pain in your side again.

“Rest up now," Joel instructs. “I'll take care of things around here for the rest of the day. You just focus on healin.”

You drift in and out of sleep on the couch and everytime you drift out you see Joel lingering around keeping watch over you like some kind old west guardian angel dressed in denim. 

As the day wanes and the shadows grow long across the hardwood floors, you stir from your uneasy slumber. The pain in your side is a dull roar now, thanks to the medication Joel provided. You blink slowly, your eyes adjusting to the dim light of the living room. The ranch is quiet, save for the occasional creak of the old house settling and the distant sound of Joel's voice as he talks to one of the horses in the stable.

Your heart flutters at the thought of him—his rugged features, his gentle touch, and those eyes that seem to see right through you. It's a dangerous path your thoughts are taking, but you can't help it. There's something about Joel that draws you in, despite the years between you.

The front door opens with a soft squeak, and Joel steps inside, his boots leaving a trail of dust on the floorboards. He looks weary but satisfied, his shirt damp with sweat from a hard day's work. His gaze finds you instantly, and a warm smile spreads across his face.

"You're awake," he observes needlessly as he approaches. "How're you feeling?"

"Sore," you admit with a small grimace as you try to sit up straighter on the couch. "But better than before." You didn't want to admit how bad your arm was actually killing you.

Joel nods in approval before disappearing into the kitchen again—a man of few words but many actions. He returns a bit later with a steaming mug in hand and offers it to you carefully so as not to spill any on your lap. 

"Chamomile tea," he explains gruffly when he sees your questioning look at what seems like an unusual choice for someone like him, someone who seems more accustomed to strong black coffee than herbal infusions. "It'll help with any lingering pain and help ya sleep." 

You take a tentative sip; making sure to grab the cup with your good hand it's sweetened just how you like it—a small detail that makes your chest tighten unexpectedly because it means he's been paying attention even when he didn’t have to be.  The warmth seeps into your hands as much as into your insides making everything feel less daunting all at once despite your injuries.

The evening settles in, casting a cozy glow over the living room. The ranch is quiet, the animals bedded down for the night, and the chores all done. Joel lingers, his presence a comforting constant in the otherwise empty house. He settles into the armchair across from you, the lines of his face softened by the dim light.

"You should eat somethin’," he suggests, already rising from his chair. "I'll fix ya up a plate."

Before you can protest, he's back in the kitchen, the clatter of dishes and the smell of food wafting through the air. You can't help but smile at his insistence. It's been a long time since anyone has taken care of you like this.

Joel returns with a tray balanced in one hand—a simple meal of soup and a sandwich, cut into manageable pieces. He sets it down on the coffee table, pulling it closer to you. "Eat up," he urges, his tone gentle but firm. "You need to keep your strength up."

As you eat, he watches you, his gaze never straying far. It's an odd sensation, being the focus of such intense attention, but you find yourself not minding it. There's a sense of security in his watchfulness, a feeling that you're not alone in this big house.

When you've finished eating, Joel takes the tray away, leaving you to sip your tea in peace. The painkillers are starting to wear off, and as you move to adjust your position on the couch, a sharp, stabbing pain shoots through your arm, causing you to yelp in surprise and discomfort.

Joel, who has been quietly cleaning up the remnants of dinner in the kitchen, is at your side in an instant. "What is it?" he asks, his voice laced with concern. "Did you move wrong?"

"It's my arm," you admit through gritted teeth, cradling the injured limb with your other hand. "I think I might have aggravated it."

With a nod, Joel gently takes your arm in his hands, his touch firm yet gentle. He probes the area with practiced ease, watching your face for any signs of pain. When he reaches a particular spot, you can't help but flinch, a hiss escaping your lips. “Shh, I know. Easy, easy," he soothes you like a wounded animal, before releasing your arm. His brow is furrowed, his lips pressed into a thin line. "I don't like the look of this. Could be broken, or at least badly sprained. We need to get you to a doctor first thing in the mornin’."

"I'm sure it's fine, Joel," you argue weakly, not wanting to cause a fuss. "It's probably just a bad bruise. I'll be okay after a good night's sleep."

But Joel is having none of it. "No, it ain't fine," he says firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "You could be doin’ more damage by not getting it checked out. I'll drive you to the clinic myself in the morning. This ain’t up for debate."

You know that look on his face—it's the same one he wears when he's dealing with a stubborn horse or a difficult piece of machinery. There's no point in trying to dissuade him when he's made up his mind. And truthfully, the idea of having a professional assess your injuries is somewhat of a relief.

"Alright," you relent with a sigh, the fight draining out of you. "I'll go to the doctor in the morning."

Joel's expression softens, and he gives your good shoulder a gentle squeeze. "That's the smart choice, darlin'. We'll get you fixed up in no time."

As he moves away to finish tidying up the kitchen, you find yourself watching him, a mix of gratitude and something deeper swirling within you. Despite the pain and the uncertainty of your injuries, you can't help but feel a sense of safety and comfort with Joel around. You're taken from your thoughts when Joel comes back into the living room. "I should be gettin’ home," Joel says after a while, his voice low and reluctant. "But I'll be back first thing to check on you."

You nod, trying to hide your disappointment. The house feels too big, too empty to be without him in it. "I'll be okay, Joel," you assure him, trying not to worry him, though the words taste like a stale cigarette on your tongue. "Thank you for everything."

He gives you a long, searching look before nodding slowly. "Alright then," he says, rising from his chair. "You remember what I said about not pushin’ yourself too hard?"

"Yes," you reply with a small smile. "Rest and recovery."

"That's right," he affirms, pulling on his jacket. "And don't hesitate to call me if you need anything—no matter the time."

You watch as he heads for the door, his silhouette framed by the night outside. Just before he steps out into the darkness, he turns back to you, his eyes reflecting the soft light of the living room. "Goodnight darlin," he says, his voice carrying a hint of something unspoken.

"Goodnight, Joel," you whisper back, the words hanging in the air long after he's gone.

The house is silent once more, save for the ticking of the old grandfather clock in the corner. You finish your tea and carefully set the mug aside, the warmth of it still lingering on your lips. With a sigh, you settle back against the cushions, the pain in your side a dull reminder of the day's events.

As the night deepens, you find yourself reaching for your phone, your fingers typing out a message before you can second-guess yourself.

Hey. Just wanted to say thank you again for today. I'm okay, just wanted to say thanks. Hope you got home safe.

What you really meant was, “please come back I'm fucking scared being alone.”

You hit send before you can change your mind, the message disappearing into the ether. Minutes tick by with no response, and you chide yourself for expecting otherwise. Joel is probably already asleep, or at least on his way to getting some much-needed rest after the day he's had. But just as you're about to set your phone aside and try to get some sleep yourself, it vibrates in your hand, startling you. A notification lights up the screen—a new message from Joel.

Of course. That's what I'm here for. Got home just fine. How are the ribs? Any better with the meds?

You can't help but smile at the concern in his words, the gruff affection that seems to come so naturally to him. You reply, telling him about the tea and the meal, about how much better you feel with him looking out for you.

His response is quick, as if he's been waiting by his phone for your message. 

Glad to hear it. And remember, there's no rush to get back in the saddle if you're not feeling up to it. Everything will still be here when you're ready. Your health is the priority now. If there's anything I can do for you, just holler. I've got your chores covered. Take care of yourself and don't hesitate to reach out if you need anything or just want to talk about what happened.

You read his words over and over, each one a balm to the lingering ache in your side—and to the unexpected emptiness in your heart. With a contented sigh, you finally set your phone aside and close your eyes, the sound of the ranch at night lulling you into a peaceful sleep.

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The next morning, you're awakened by the sound of a vehicle pulling up outside. You rub the sleep from your eyes and glance at the clock—it's early, barely past dawn. With some effort, you manage to sit up and swing your legs over the edge of the couch, wincing at the stiffness in your muscles.

The front door opens, and Joel steps inside, his hands full of a large wicker basket. "Brought you some things," he announces, setting the basket down on the coffee table. Inside, you find an assortment of items—fresh fruit, a few paperback novels, a soft, hand-knitted blanket, and a small potted plant. "I figured you could use some company," he says, gesturing to the plant. "And the books are from my daughter's collection. She loves a good western—thought you might enjoy them."

The revelation that Joel has a daughter is something that catches you off guard, a piece of him that he kept carefully tucked away, a piece you want to know more about. 

You're touched by the thoughtfulness of his gifts, each one carefully chosen to bring you comfort during your recovery. "Joel, this is... it's too much," you protest half-heartedly, even as you reach out to run your fingers over the soft wool of the blanket.

"Nonsense, darlin’," he replies with a dismissive wave of his hand. 

The way he calls you darlin’ brings heat to your cheeks, and you quickly look away, busying yourself with arranging the items in the basket. When you finally gather the courage to meet his gaze again, you find him watching you with a soft smile on his face and you assume he's forgotten about the doctor until he speaks up.

“Alright let's go.” Joel's stands up and holds a hand out to you. 

You look up at him and chuckle “It's fine Joel. It barely even hurts.”

The argument is brief but intense, with you stubbornly insisting that a trip to the clinic is unnecessary despite the pain in your arm. Joel, however, is just as adamant, his concern for your well-being overriding any protests you might have.

"I ain't gonna stand by and watch you suffer when there's somethin’ that can be done about it," he says firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way."

You cross your arms defiantly, wincing as the movement sends a jolt of pain through your injured wrist. "And what's the hard way?" you challenge him, though there's a hint of amusement in your voice.

Without warning, Joel strides toward you, scooping you up into his arms before you can react. You let out a startled yelp as he hoists you over his shoulder with surprising ease, his strong hands holding you securely in place.

"Hey! Put me down!" You pound on his back with your good hand, your cheeks hot with embarrassment and indignation. But beneath the surface, there's an undeniable thrill at being so close to him—at feeling the muscles in his shoulders and back move beneath his shirt as he carries you effortlessly toward the front door.

"As soon as we get to the truck," he replies calmly, unfazed by your struggles. "We're going to see Dr. Simmons whether you like it or not."

You continue to squirm and protest as he carries you across the yard to where his truck is parked. The other ranch hands look on with barely concealed grins but wisely choose to keep their comments to themselves. They know better than to get between Joel Miller and something he's set his mind to.

With a gentleness that belies his gruff exterior, Joel sets you down on the passenger seat of the truck and buckles your seatbelt for you before closing the door and heading around to the driver's side. 

Joel.

He grips the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white as he navigates the familiar dirt roads that lead away from the ranch. He can see you out of the corner of his eye, arms crossed, gaze fixed on the passing landscape. A vision of stubborn beauty, your jaw set in a way that makes his heart do things it hadn't done in years. He can feel the tension radiating off you—a mix of pain and frustration at being manhandled against your will. He can't blame you for being upset. If someone had picked him up and carried him off like a sack of feed, he'd be mad too. But when he saw you lying there in the dirt, hurt and vulnerable, something inside him shifted. It awakened a protective instinct that he thought had died along with Sarah.

Damn it, Joel, he chides himself. She's young enough to be your daughter. But the thought feels hollow, a weak defense against the pull he feels toward you. You’re strong, fiercely independent, and yet, there’s a vulnerability to you that calls to something deep within him, the need to care for someone - for you. He glances over at you again, taking in the delicate curve of your jaw, and the way your hair falls in waves around your shoulders, taking in the way the morning light plays across your features. You’re a sight to behold, all fire and spirit wrapped up in a package that is far too tempting for his peace of mind. Every time he looks at you, all logic seems to fly out the window. There's an undeniable connection between you, a spark that ignites whenever you're near each other. It's terrifying and exhilarating, you make him feel young again. 

He risks another glance in your direction, and his heart skips a beat when he finds you watching him with those big doe eyes of yours. Joel swallows hard, forcing himself to look away before his thoughts can wander any further down that dangerous path. He needs to focus on getting through this day without letting his guard down completely.

The clinic is just up ahead now, its whitewashed walls gleaming in the early morning sun. He pulls into the parking lot and kills the engine, turning to face you with a stern expression that belies the turmoil he feels inside.

"Ready?" he asks, though it's clear from his tone that it's more of a statement than a question. He's not going to let you talk your way out of this one—not when your health is at stake.

You nod reluctantly, your gaze fixed on the clinic entrance. You're nervous; he can see it in the way your fingers worry at the hem of your shirt, in the slight tremble of your chin. He wants to reach out and wrap you in his arms, to offer some semblance of comfort, but he holds back. It wouldn't be appropriate—not here, not now. Instead, he climbs out of the truck and comes around to open your door for you, offering a hand to help you down onto solid ground.

The interior of the clinic is cool and sterile-smelling—a stark contrast to the fresh air and open spaces of the ranch. Joel checks you in at the reception desk while you sink into one of the waiting room chairs, wincing as even that small movement sends a twinge of pain through your side and arm.  Joel takes a seat beside you in the waiting room, his hands clasped tightly between his knees. He can feel the tension emanating from you, a coiled spring ready to leap to action at the slightest provocation. He knows that look—it's the same one he's seen on injured animals over the years, a mix of fear and defiance. It tugs at something deep within him, a primal urge to protect those he cares about most.

He wants to say something to ease your discomfort, but words seem inadequate in the face of your pain. Instead, he reaches out tentatively, his hand hovering just above your knee before he gives in to the impulse and rests it there gently—a silent promise that he's not going anywhere.

You startle at his touch, your gaze flicking to his face in surprise. But as you meet his eyes, you see nothing but sincerity and concern reflected back at you. Slowly, deliberately, you place your own hand over his.

The waiting room is filled with the soft hum of fluorescent lights and the occasional rustle of magazines being flipped through by other patients. Joel's thumb traces idle patterns on your leg as you sit there together in silence.

"Joel," you say finally, breaking the silence that has settled between you. Your voice is quiet, but it cuts through the ambient noise like a knife. "I want to thank you - for everything."

He shakes his head dismissively, though there's a warmth in his eyes that wasn't there before. "No need for thanks," he replies gruffly. "I did what anyone else woulda done."

"No," you insist firmly, turning in your seat so that you're facing him fully now—ignoring the twinge of pain it elicits from your injuries. "Joel," you say again, your voice steady despite the pain you're clearly in. "I mean it. You've been... you've done so much for me. More than I could have asked for."

He opens his mouth to respond, to downplay his role in your care, but the words die on his lips as the nurse appears in the doorway, clipboard in hand. She calls out your name, scanning the room until her eyes land on the two of you.

Reluctantly, Joel withdraws his hand from your knee, the connection between you severed as you rise to follow the nurse. He stands as well, intending to accompany you, but the nurse shakes her head. "Just the patient for now, please," she says with a polite but firm smile.

You shoot him a reassuring look over your shoulder as you follow the nurse down the hallway, leaving Joel alone with his thoughts. He sinks back into his chair, his hands clasped tightly between his knees again as he waits for you to return.

The minutes tick by slowly, each second stretching into an eternity. Joel's mind races with worry and concern. He knows the ranch like the back of his hand, can handle any crisis that comes his way—but this is different. This is about you, and the thought of you in pain, of you being afraid, is more than he can bear.

He can't shake the image of you lying in the dust after being thrown from Daisy, the fear in your eyes when you realized you couldn't get up on your own. It had been years since he'd felt that kind of raw terror, the kind that gripped your heart and squeezed until you couldn't breathe. But in that moment, with you hurt and helpless, it all came flooding back. Joel had always prided himself on his strength, both physical and emotional. He'd had to be strong after Sarah passed, but with you, he felt something shift inside him—a crack in the armor he'd spent years building up around his heart. He cared about you, more than he should. It was a truth he couldn't ignore, no matter how hard he tried. You were young, vibrant, full of potential and promise. And he, well, he was just an old cowboy with more yesterdays than tomorrows. But when he looked at you, when he saw the fire in your eyes, he felt alive in a way he hadn't in years.

He’s pulled from his thoughts when he hears your name called again. He looks up to see the nurse beckoning him forward with a gentle smile.

"You can come back now," she says, her voice soft and reassuring. "She's asking for you."

Joel's heart skips a beat at her words. He rises quickly, his boots thudding against the linoleum floor as he follows the nurse through the maze of hallways to the examination room where you're waiting. His mind races with possibilities—none of them good. 

Why would they need me if everything was fine? Had something happened while you were back there? Was the injury worse than they initially thought?

The door to the examination room creaks open, and Joel steps inside, his eyes immediately going to you. You're sitting on the edge of the examination table, your face pale but composed. The relief that washes over him at seeing you unharmed is palpable; it leaves him momentarily lightheaded as he crosses the room to your side.

"What's goin on?" he asks urgently, his gaze flicking between you and the doctor who is standing nearby with a clipboard in hand. "Is everything alright?"

Dr. Simmons gives him a reassuring nod before turning his attention back to you. "I was just explaining to your friend here that it looks like she's got some bruised ribs and a fracture in her wrist," he says matter-of-factly as he jots something down on his clipboard. "We'll need to keep an eye on those ribs—make sure there's no internal bleeding or complications—but I think she'll be just fine with some rest and proper care.We gave her some pain medication before the x-ray. It may make her tired so she will need to be watched. No driving, etc. And she will need to come back in three weeks from now to get an updated x-ray of her wrist."

Joel lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding, relief flooding through him like a tidal wave crashing against jagged rocks. He reaches out instinctively, taking your good hand in his own as he listens intently while Dr. Simmons goes over your care instructions.

Once the doctor finishes his instructions and hands over the prescription, Joel helps you down from the examination table, his hand at the small of your back providing a steady, reassuring presence. "Let's get your meds and then getcha home," he says softly, guiding you out of the clinic and back to his truck.

The drive to the pharmacy is quiet, the air between you thick with unspoken thoughts and emotions. Joel keeps stealing glances at you, noting the way you're cradling your injured wrist against your chest, the way your breath hitches ever so slightly when the truck hits a bump in the road. He wants to say something, to offer some words of comfort, but he's never been good with this sort of thing. He's a man of action, not words.

At the pharmacy, Joel takes charge, handling the paperwork and payment while you sit quietly on a nearby bench. He can see the exhaustion etched into your features, the way your eyelids are starting to droop. He knows you're running on fumes, and the pain medication will likely knock you out soon.

He heads back to the ranch, the truck's engine humming softly beneath the weight of the silence that stretches between you. You're fading fast, the medication they gave you at the doctor taking its toll. He can see you struggling to keep your eyes open, your body swaying slightly with each turn of the vehicle.

Once he reaches the ranch house, he parks as close to the front door as possible and hurries around to your side of the truck. You're already half-asleep by the time he opens your door, your eyelids fluttering as you fight to stay awake. "Easy now," Joel murmurs, unbuckling your seatbelt and scooping you into his arms with a tenderness that surprises even himself. You let out a soft sigh as he carries you into the house, your head lolling against his chest. The trust you place in him is both humbling and terrifying and the sweet little noises coming from your mouth don't make any of this easier. 

He settles you onto the couch, propping pillows behind your back to keep you comfortable. You smile sleepily up at you, a smile that sends a jolt straight to his heart and many other places. "Stay with me?" You ask quietly. 

How could he possibly say no?

Joel nods, brushing a stray lock of hair away from your face, “‘course darlin, just gonna make you somethin to eat real quick.” Joel heads into the kitchen to prepare something for you to eat. An Eggo waffle seems like a safe bet—simple and comforting in its familiarity. He pops one into the toaster and waits impatiently for it to brown, his thoughts consumed by the woman lying on the couch.

Joel returns to the living room, the scent of warm waffles wafting through the air. He sets the plate down on the coffee table, along with a glass of water and the bottle of pain medication the pharmacist had given him. "Here you go, darlin'," he says softly, offering you a small smile. "Eat up, and then we'll get you settled in with a movie or somethin."

You nod, managing a weak smile in return as you reach for the waffle with your good hand. The simple act of eating seems to revive you somewhat, though Joel can tell you're still in a considerable amount of pain. He watches as you take a tentative bite, followed by a sip of water to wash it down.

"Thank you," you murmur between bites, your eyes meeting his in a silent exchange of gratitude and concern.

Joel nods, his throat tightening unexpectedly at the sincerity in your voice. "Anything for you," he replies gruffly, the words slipping out before he can stop them. He quickly clears his throat and changes the subject. "What do ya feel like watchin’? There's some old western tapes layin around or we could find somethin else.”

“Hmmm” You think about it for a moment before responding with a slight shrug of your shoulders—a movement that causes you to wince slightly, “I'm not picky. Whatever you want cowboy.” 

If only I could tell ya what I want darlin’

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World Map: San Myshuno

Area: Spice Market – Waterside Warble

Lot Size:  30 x 30

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A Dive Bar

An Internet Café

A Pizzeria

A Tattoo Parlor

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Lock/Unlock Doors for Any Lot

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Felixandre

Chateau Pt. 1 (Stone Foundation)

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Colonial Pt. 3 (Fence 2, Plaster Foundation 2, Railing 2)

Florence Pt. 1 (Fresco Mural)

Grove Pt. 4 (Plaster Column, Plaster Floor)

London Interior (Dining Chair, Stool, Walls)

Paris (Cartouche Large, Corbel, Swag)

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Yellowstone kayce dutton

Reader is trying to sneak off to met her Stalker of a ex to tell him to stop calling her

Kayce shows up at the place where she's meeting the ex she's relief to see him

Ex gets jealous " this your boyfriend "

" yeah " kayce tells him even though they're not together ( yet ! )

Super protective kayce <3

Is This You Asking Me Out

Throwing my phone across the room I screamed seeing the unknown text message number from my ex. I wish he would stop calling me. I had moved back to Montana a few months ago and he had followed me wherever I went. He was a complete stalker of my life never wanting to let me go after I left his ass on the back porch of his parents house. Coming out of the bunkhouse I passed Kayce my bosses son. “Hey Y/n, where are you off to in such a hurry?”

“It’s not your business, Dutton. I’ll be back to finish up my missed work later tonight.” I brushed past him in a huff climbing in my truck and tracking his phone since he had told me where he was if I wanted to change my mind and take him back.

Walking up the stairs if his porch once I parked the truck slamming the door. I pounded my fist on the door seeing Joseph answer the door smirking at me. “Y/n, I was hoping you’d finally come to your senses. Come in and let’s make you for lost time.”

“Actually no that’s not why I’m here.” Crossing my arms over my chest I snapped at him.

He raised a brow at my words. “And why not?”

“Because you have been stalking me since we broke up. I can’t eat. I can’t sleep. I can barely breathe because I am so terrified that might come back and abuse me like you did when we were together!” I raised my voice at him stomping my foot on the ground trying not to cry in front of him.

Joseph stepped out onto the porch harshly grabbing me by my shoulders throwing me into the wall. “We are meant to be together, Y/n!”

“Joseph, I don’t care about you anymore!” I croaked out when he moved one of his hands around my throat until I heard a truck pull up and I gasped seeing the youngest Dutton. “Kayce?”

The cowboy made his way up the stairs grabbing my ex by the back of his jacket throwing his body against the fenced railing of the porch. “Get your hands off of her….are you okay?” Kayce came over to me gently pushing hair from my face seeing that my elbow was bleeding from when he threw me.

“What are you doing here…not that I mind it. But how did you know where I was going?” I asked gripping onto his forearm when he helped me to stand.

He responded before Joseph punched him in the rib. “Beth told me about what you told her. Then I followed your tracks - ugh!” He threw him down on his back where him and Kayce kept fighting until the former navy seal managed to overpower him.

Joseph grunted with Kayce holding his arms twisted behind his back. “So this is your new boyfriend?”

Before I had a chance to respond Kayce did for me releasing his grip on him. “Yeah I am, asshole.” He got to his feet offering me his hand and we quickly left the porch leaving my stalker ex on the porch.

Shutting the truck door we both remained silent on the way back to the ranch. Tapping my fingers on my knees I turned my head in his direction confused. “Why did you tell him we were together when we aren’t. You do realize that now he will come after you to get to me. Why would you do that to yourself?”

“Because I do love you, Y/n. It wasn’t a lie just to piss him off.” Kayce shifted his gaze in my direction lightly gripping the steering wheel. “Nobody should treat you the way he clearly does you.”

Blinking my eyes I couldn’t form a straight sentence when I asked the cowboy sitting across from me. “Is this your way of asking me out, Kayce Dutton?” Kayce and I had instantly became closer the first day we met. But I never thought the guy that was so close he could be my best friend also had feelings for me.

Kayce began turning the truck to put it in park on the side of the road undoing his seatbelt. “No, this is.”

“What are you doing p?” I asked with a half hopeful grin on my face watching his movements.

“I ain’t waiting till we get home to kiss ya.” He leaned over the counsel where I pressed my back against the front of it when he cupped my face in his hands. His brown eyes met mine before he crashes his lips onto mine gently.

I gasped taken back by the kiss before running my fingers up his chest. Moving my hands around his neck I deepened the kiss hearing him moan when I tugged on his hair. “Kayce, I love you too.” I mutter into kisses until we break it needing air to breathe.

“With that said I think it’s time I take you out to dinner, darling.” He sat back down in his seat putting the truck back on the road. Reaching across the counsel I intertwined my hand with his grinning like a child. I knew Kayce would never be what Joseph was to me. He would always be the guy I was meant to be with.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[wedesignyouny]

Why HDPE is the Top Choice for Horse Fencing

Introduction 

When it comes to choosing the right fencing material for horses, safety and durability are paramount considerations. In recent years, High-Density Polyethylene (HDPE) has emerged as the top choice for horse fencing due to its exceptional qualities that prioritize the well-being of horses and longevity of enclosures. Renowned for its durability, safety features, and cost-effectiveness, HDPE has revolutionized the way horse owners safeguard their beloved companions. This introduction sets the stage for delving deeper into the myriad reasons why HDPE stands tall as the premier choice for horse fencing solutions. 

Understanding HDPE Horse Fencing

HDPE horse fencing is renowned for its robust construction, weather-resistant properties, and eco-friendly characteristics. This section delves deeper into the unique features that make HDPE the preferred option among horse own

Why HDPE is the Top Choice for Horse Fencing

When it comes to horse fencing, HDPE emerges as the clear frontrunner, offering unmatched safety, durability, and versatility. Its robust construction, weather-resistant properties, and eco-friendly credentials make it the preferred option for horse owners seeking reliable and long-lasting enclosures.

Safest, Most Durable, and Long-Lasting Fencing

HDPE boasts unparalleled durability, making it an ideal choice for horse fencing. Its robust composition ensures resistance against impact, preventing breakage or damage even under substantial force. This durability translates to long-lasting fencing solutions, offering peace of mind to horse owners.

Weather Resistance: No Cracking or Brittleness

One of the standout features of HDPE fencing is its resilience to extreme weather conditions. Unlike traditional materials like wood or PVC, HDPE does not crack or become brittle, even in freezing temperatures. This weather-resistant property ensures that your horse fencing remains intact and functional, irrespective of the climate.

Special UV Protection Package

To further enhance its durability, HDPE fences come equipped with a special UV protection package. This feature shields the material from the harmful effects of prolonged sun exposure, preventing degradation and maintaining the fence’s structural integrity over time.

Versatile Rail Configurations and Lengths

HDPE fencing offers versatility in design, with options available in 2, 3, 4, and even 5 rail configurations. This flexibility allows horse owners to choose the most suitable configuration based on their specific needs and preferences. Additionally, HDPE fences come in different lengths, catering to varying soil types and climate conditions.

The Smart, Eco-Friendly Choice

In addition to its practical benefits, HDPE fencing is also recognized for its eco-friendliness. Manufactured from recycled materials and fully recyclable itself, HDPE aligns with sustainable practices, making it an environmentally responsible choice for horse owners.

Unique Thick-Walled Construction

HDPE fences feature a unique thick-walled construction, enhancing their strength and durability. This robust design ensures that the fencing can withstand heavy impact and pressure, providing reliable protection for horses and other livestock.

HDPE Equine Ranch Fences: Sturdiest and Safest

Among polymer fences, HDPE equine ranch fences stand out as the sturdiest and safest option available. Their superior construction and resilience make them highly suitable for containing horses and ensuring their safety within ranch or equestrian environments.

Rail Button Locking System

HDPE fences incorporate a rail button locking system, further reinforcing their stability and security. This innovative feature ensures that the fence rails are securely fastened, minimizing the risk of gaps or weak points that could compromise safety.

Conclusion

In conclusion, HDPE stands as the premier choice for horse fencing, offering unparalleled safety, durability, and versatility. Its robust construction, weather-resistant properties, and eco-friendly characteristics make it the optimal solution for ensuring the well-being and security of equine companions.

Ready to upgrade your horse fencing to the ultimate in safety and durability? Click here to explore the benefits of HDPE fencing and give your equine companions the protection they deserve!

FAQs (Frequently Asked Questions)

Q: Is HDPE fencing suitable for all climates?

A: Yes, HDPE fencing is designed to withstand a wide range of weather conditions, including extreme cold and heat.

Q: How does HDPE fencing contribute to environmental sustainability?

A: HDPE fencing is manufactured from recycled materials and is fully recyclable, making it an eco-friendly choice for horse owners.

Q: Are HDPE fences easy to install?

A: Yes, HDPE fences are relatively easy to install and require minimal maintenance compared to traditional fencing materials.

Q: Can HDPE fences be customized to fit specific requirements?

A: Yes, HDPE fences are available in various rail configurations and lengths, allowing for customization to suit individual preferences and needs.

Q: Are HDPE fences safe for horses?

A: Absolutely, HDPE fences are designed with horse safety in mind, featuring sturdy construction and smooth surfaces to minimize the risk of injury.

Q: Do HDPE fences require painting or staining?

A: No, HDPE fences do not require painting or staining, saving both time and maintenance costs for horse owners.

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Choosing the Right Fencing for Your Property: A Comprehensive Overview

Fencing is a crucial aspect of property management and aesthetics. Whether you're a homeowner looking to enhance your property's security and privacy or a business owner aiming to define boundaries and improve curb appeal, the right fencing solution can make a significant difference. This comprehensive guide explores the various types of fencing, their benefits, and essential tips for installation and maintenance.

The Importance of Fencing Fencing serves multiple purposes, making it an essential feature for residential, commercial, and agricultural properties. The primary reasons for installing a fence include:

1. Security A well-constructed fence provides a physical barrier that deters intruders and enhances the security of your property. It can prevent unauthorized access and protect your home or business from theft and vandalism.

2. Privacy Fencing offers a sense of privacy, allowing you to enjoy your outdoor spaces without feeling exposed. This is particularly important for residential properties where families want to relax and entertain in their yards without prying eyes.

3. Boundary Definition Fences clearly define property boundaries, reducing disputes with neighbors and ensuring that each party understands the limits of their land. This is crucial for maintaining harmonious relationships and adhering to legal property lines.

4. Aesthetics A well-designed fence can significantly enhance the appearance of your property. With various styles and materials available, you can choose a fence that complements your home or business's architectural design and landscape.

5. Safety Fencing can improve safety by keeping children and pets within the boundaries of your property and away from potential hazards such as busy roads or bodies of water. Additionally, it can prevent unwanted wildlife from entering your premises.

Types of Fencing There are several types of fencing, each with its unique characteristics, advantages, and disadvantages. The choice of fencing depends on your specific needs, budget, and aesthetic preferences. Here are some of the most popular types of fencing:

1. Wood Fencing Wood fencing is a timeless and versatile option that offers natural beauty and a range of styles. Common types of wood fencing include:

Picket Fences: Characterized by evenly spaced vertical boards (pickets) attached to horizontal rails, picket fences are ideal for decorative purposes and creating a welcoming atmosphere. Privacy Fences: These fences feature closely spaced boards that provide maximum privacy and security, making them a popular choice for residential properties. Split Rail Fences: Often used in rural settings, split rail fences consist of horizontal rails connected to vertical posts, offering a rustic and open look. Pros: Aesthetic appeal, customizable, versatile Cons: Requires regular maintenance, susceptible to rot and pests

2. Vinyl Fencing Vinyl fencing is a low-maintenance alternative to wood, made from durable PVC (polyvinyl chloride). It comes in various styles, including privacy, picket, and ranch rail fences.

Pros: Low maintenance, weather-resistant, long-lasting Cons: Higher initial cost, limited color options

3. Metal Fencing Metal fencing, including wrought iron, aluminum, and steel, offers strength and durability. It is commonly used for security purposes and decorative applications.

Wrought Iron Fences: Known for their ornate designs, wrought iron fences provide a classic and elegant look. Aluminum Fences: Lightweight and rust-resistant, aluminum fences are suitable for coastal areas and require minimal maintenance. Chain Link Fences: Often used for commercial and industrial properties, chain link fences are affordable and effective for security purposes. Pros: Durable, secure, low maintenance Cons: Can be expensive, may require professional installation

4. Composite Fencing Composite fencing is made from a combination of wood fibers and recycled plastic, offering the appearance of wood with enhanced durability and minimal maintenance.

Pros: Weather-resistant, low maintenance, eco-friendly Cons: Higher cost, limited color choices

5. Electric Fencing Electric fencing is commonly used in agricultural settings to contain livestock or protect crops. It delivers a mild electric shock to deter animals from crossing the boundary.

Pros: Effective for livestock management, customizable Cons: Requires electricity, regular maintenance needed

6. Bamboo Fencing Bamboo fencing is an eco-friendly option that provides a natural and exotic look. Build Fence is suitable for decorative purposes and creating a tranquil atmosphere in gardens and outdoor spaces.

Pros: Sustainable, aesthetically pleasing, easy to install Cons: Less durable than other materials, requires maintenance

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Home for Sale with Amazing Mountain Views!

Presented by Jo Myers, Colorado Realtor: 2306 Crabtree Drive, Centennial, CO 80121 listed for $1,100,000. Showings start on Friday, May 17, 2024. Ranch style home with Walk-Out Basement. 4 Beds, 3 Baths, approx 2,975 finished sq feet plus a two car garage and storage shed...all in the heart of popular Centennial, Colorado!

Beautifully renovated property with breathtaking, unobstructed views of the Highline Canal open space and the Rocky Mountains. Entrance to the home has immediate sight lines to the backyard capturing the gorgeous views through the expanded kitchen window. Adjacent to the kitchen is a hingeless, glass door system by Panoramic Doors that opens the complete length; it provides the quintessential indoor-outdoor lifestyle! The spacious Trex deck with stainless metal railing continues the open sightline concept and is the ultimate entertainment space. Attractive curb appeal and a durable paver driveway and entry path by Systems Pavers. An inviting mahogany wood front door with sidelights brings in natural light and compliments the newly refinished hardwood floors on the main level. Generously sized windows with plantation shutters and a gas fireplace in the living/dining area. The kitchen features modern slab cherry cabinets, stainless steel appliances, sleek glass backsplash, an island and stunning quartz countertops by Cambria. Large primary suite with walk-in closet and secondary closet, lovely bathroom, room for King size bed and direct access to the deck. Second bedroom and full bathroom on main level. Solid cherry interior doors nearly two inches thick. Great walk-out basement has two bedrooms, bathroom, a cozy room for movies with built-in shelving, space for an office with mountain views, a gym or craft area plus a big storage closet. Artistically landscaped and fenced yard with gate access to the Highline Canal path. Two car garage with storage cabinetry and a shed for tools. Radiant heat flooring and a newer Breezeair evaporative cooler (quiet and energy efficient). Stone coated steel roof by Gerard built to withstand extreme weather. Fantastic location walkable to restaurants, Trader Joe's, Starbucks, Goodson Rec Center and deKoevend Park. Homes like this rarely come on the market; schedule your visit soon! Call Jo Myers, Colorado Realtor: 303-868-8058.

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My Heroes Have Always Been Cowboys

Admiration as well as a good dose of fascination keeps me page-turning. From scientists, astronomers, missionaries, inventors, farmers, musicians, oh the list goes on! But it is the American Cowboy who sings a melody to my heart! He was the man on horseback. Cowboys played a vital role in the settlement of the American West. The rough, lonely and often grueling work of a cowboy wasn’t for the faint of heart. Round-up was early spring and the cattle drive was typically late fall. Their day began by eating breakfast sometime around 3:30am and ended with bedding the herd by 8p. Sometimes referred to as "ruffians" their skill set was that of courage, physical strength, ability to withstand exposure and fatigue, horsemanship, and proficient use of the lariat. It was a different day and often they took the front line in protecting settlements from murderous savages while moving cattle through vast ranges, amid mountains, and dangerously swollen river bottoms. They were typically uneducated, seeking a job with sheer grit. Primarily the Cowboy (in the mid 1500's) was a Vaquero of Mexican descent, by the 1800's the cowboy's nationality was diverse, consisting of former black american slaves, Native Americans, and predominantly American English-speaking Southerners or poor European immigrants. How he treated his horse was seen as a measure of the man’s character. They sang. They sang at night to calm nervous cattle avoiding a stampede, to help locate one another during a night on the lone prairie, or some say just hummed to starve off the loneliness. After branding the cattle to denote it's ranch and owner, it then took between eight and 12 cowboys to move 3,000 head of cattle along cattle drives. After months of moving cattle to their destination, their $1 a day salary was used for clean up and celebration. During the winter of 1886-1887, thousands of cattle died when temperatures reached well below freezing in parts of the West. Many scholars believe that this devastating winter was the beginning of the end of the cowboy era. In addition, the late 1800's is when fencing went up across the prairie and cattle drives were no longer feasible or even necessary due to rail extensions. The iconic American cowboy greatly diminished on the former frontier. Cattle drives continued, but on a smaller scale, up until the mid-1900s. It was that employ that my husband Herb worked on weekends and summers of his youth near Loma Alta Texas near the Devils River. They still exist on working ranches today and the spirit of the cowboy, with all its grit and code of ethics, has been handed down to the following generations. Hats off to that swagger of a man of mythical proportions who remains my hero.

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Benefits of Installing Steel Ornamental Fencing

Once you’ve decided to fence in your yard or business property, you have a lot of choices. Here in the Denver area, one of the most popular choices is ornamental steel fencing. It has beauty and elegance, and a lot of other things going for it that make it a great choice for residential and commercial applications alike.

Let’s take a look at the top benefits of steel ornamental fencing:

Increased Security

Any time you put up a fence around the perimeter of your property, you’re increasing security. Steel ornamental fencing panels come in a more decorative height of 3’, but are also available in 4’, 5’, and 6’ fence heights. In addition, an ornamental steel fence is compatible with automatic security gates and access control systems.

This makes a taller fence with pointed pickets and a security gate a good deterrent for a would-be trespasser.

Fast and Flexible Installation

Installing steel ornamental fence can be installed relatively quickly due to the prefabricated fence panels. This type of fence is also ideal for installation on a slope, because it’s available with rackable steel fence panels that adjust to the slope of your property.

Rackable fence panels are specifically designed and manufactured to make matching a slope much easier. Thepickets attach to the rails of the fence using pivots that allow the pickets and rails to adjust to any angle. We anchor the fence posts and then measure and mark the distance from the mounts to the ground just like we would on level ground. Then we hold one end of the panel to these marks on the post with clamps and line up the rails with the marks on the next fence post. The rail then adjusts to meet the angle, and we move on to the next step.

This may sound involved, but it is still much faster than putting together a fence picket by picket.

Durability

Made with welded steel, this type of ornamental fencing is stronger than its aluminum counterpart, and cannot easily be cut through like chain link can. The powder coated finish prohibits the development of rust, which means it can stand up to our Colorado winters without a problem. And steel fence will never be subject to rotting or splintering like wood fence can be.

Low Maintenance

Steel ornamental fencing is incredibly low maintenance, and will look good year after year with little to no effort from you. Contrast that to a wood fence which may need to be stained or painted. And steel fence will also not warp like wood can. The most you might need to do is use some touch-up spray paint if the fence gets scratched or nicked.

Increases Curb Appeal

Curb appeal is a point of pride, but can also help you sell your home or attract new tenants to your property. Steel ornamental fencing enhances curb appeal, by creating an elegant and attractive frame through which to see the rest of your property.

Wide Range of Styles

Ornamental steel fence also comes in a wide range of styles. Options include:

·         Fence height

·         Picket spacing

·         2-4 bottom and top rails

·         Picket bottom

·         Rail flush bottom

·         Puppy pickets

·         Fence post styles

·         Post caps

·         Finials

·         Arched gates

·         Straight gates

·         And much more

We install steel ornamental fencing from a number of manufacturers and can provide you with catalogs or websites to help you make your choices.      

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The cheapest way to build a fence

Without spending a fortune, a fence that deters nosy neighbors and potential intruders can also improve the exterior appeal of your house. While fencing materials like vinyl and aluminum are distinctly expensive. Although fencing can be pricey, we've compiled a list of inexpensive fence designs that will work with almost any budget.

 Pallet fencing - Pallets are frequently used, especially when constructing a yard fence. To make stacking and hauling heavy goods easier, they start off as flat transport structures. They can either be left whole for the project or divided into slats. Pallets create excellent yard fencing that is easy to assemble because there are often few gaps between the slats.

     Living Fences -Growing your own "living fence" is an eco-friendly alternative to traditional yard fencing. Typically, private or boxwood are good choices for hedging. A nice approach to protect wooden fence from rain and solar is to apply to maintain paint or stain You can try a store like Home Depot or Lowe’s, but it might be cheaper to work with a local landscaping company or greenhouse. We adore environmentally friendly choices and the thought of being able to boast to your guests that.

Chain link - For a little budget and a big yard, a chain link fence made of robust steel wires bent and connected together is frequently the best choice. Chain-link fences are an efficient way to keep pets in and intruders out, but providing less privacy than a solid fence due to the 2- to 3-inch intervals between the wires. Chain link fencing isn't particularly attractive, but you can make it look better by growing a fast-growing vine-like ivy right next to it and letting it cover the fence. The appearance of the chain link can also be changed by painting it with an attractive neutral or earth-tone oil-based exterior paint, like forest green.

Bambo Fences -Planting a bamboo fence along the chosen path and letting it grow. If you want dry bamboo, grow it until it is the proper height in a convenient location. After that, cut it down, let it dry, and erect it as a fence. Bamboo may grow up to 36 inches in just 24 hours. Bamboo fencing rolls that are already made are also available. Additionally, bamboo keeps deer away if you live close to animals. If you respect environmental responsibility and sustainable practices, this is a terrific concept.

Split rail and mesh - The split-rail fence has expanded to include ranch and Southwestern-style residences in addition to its traditional use on farms and ranches to confine animals or designate property boundaries. Timber logs, typically made of cedar or chestnut, are split lengthwise to form "rails," which are then stacked between short or tall vertical posts. This fencing is far less expensive than solid versions since there are 8 to 10 inches or more between each rail.

     Barbed Wire - Barbed wire is most frequently employed on farmland, and its primary purpose is security rather than ornamentation. A barbed wire yard fence is a low-cost way to keep animals or people out of a particular area. This is the greatest option for coverage in areas with broad open spaces or those that demand additional protection. If you know perfectly how to maintain a wood fence, that will allow you to prolong the life of your wood fence. 

 Around the perimeter of the property, three to five strands of barbed wire are stretched horizontally between metal posts, with wood or metal posts put at the corners to support the wire. Check your local codes before employing barbed wire because they are only allowed in rural areas.

Concrete Fencing - When privacy and security are top priorities, concrete might be an affordable fencing choice. For maximum coverage, use only concrete; for design contrast, include brick or wood accents. For this one, you might need to hire professionals, which would increase the cost.

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WIP Wednesday - Shaw Ranch AU

This is entirely @dominimoonbeam ’s fault. Not only because of the wonderful Sam/Darlin fic about the mechanical bull, but also due to a lengthy discussion about my experience growing up around horses being put to use writing a western!au for Sam/Darlin about Darlin growing up on a ranch and Sam being a large animal vet for said ranch.

Needless to say it got away from me X3 it’s still very raw and rough, but there’s definitely something good to work with here XD

Tagging @zozo-01 @lovelylonerliterature and @glassbearclock <3

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A deep, relieved sigh came from Sam as he stepped out of the barn into the sun, stretching his back and wincing at the multiple pops it let out. This was why he preferred medicating in small batches. It was a compliment that David Shaw trusted him and him alone to dose his horses, but doing thirty in a day was rough on his back and knees.

Walking a lap around the barn to stretch out his legs, he planted his hands on his hips, twisting carefully to work out the kinks. The last horse he’d worked with had been a biter, and he was pretty sure he’d felt something wrench as he dodged out of the way. Good thing Milo had been there as a second set of hands.

Once the ache eased, he came to a stop, letting out a pleased sound as he inhaled deeply, looking around. It was always a joy, coming to the Shaw ranch. He worked plenty of them as a large animal vet, but so many ranches had that artificial feel to them. So called ranch owners that wanted to parade around and play cowboys, but were nothing more than city folk wearing hats and spurs and bragging to their friends back in town.

This ranch, though… this was a proper home. A generational ranch. Everyone who worked on it was family, and everyone treated it as such. It was like comparing a staged house for sale to a farm house that had been lived in for fifty years.

He’d worked with Gabe for over a decade, and had full faith in David’s ability to carry on his work, which was why when David requested he get as many horses done as he could in a day, he buckled down and did his best. David wouldn’t insist on him pushing himself too far, just that he do as much as he could. Knowing the timeline David was working on with several shows coming up, he couldn’t blame the man for the rush.

Walking up to the aged fence that separated the ranch from the countless acres of field and forest that surrounded it, he linked his fingers together and rested his forearms on the top rail. Studying the mountains that lined the horizons. Taking in another slow, deep breath.

His eyes caught sight of a horse in the middle of a nearby field, and a grin grew across his face as he saw the rider stretched out on said horse’s back. No tack whatsoever.

Ah, that’s where Darlin had gotten to… Seemingly asleep, legs draped over the horse’s neck and arms crossed under their head. Letting the horse wander and graze while said rider napped.

Sam had wondered where they’d gone. Usually they were always in the barn. He couldn’t deny he enjoyed the picture they painted at the moment. Showing impressive balance by remaining perfectly centered atop the horse bareback, staying in place without the use of their hands or legs.

It wasn’t often he got to see them riding. And here he thought it hadn’t been possible to grow more fond of them than he already was...

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A Cowboy Christmas | Chapter 1

Cowboy! Sam Kiszka x Fem! Reader

Genre: Hallmark?

Warnings: None :)

Word Counk: 1K

Sneak Peak / Chapter 2

a/n: hello and welcome to my debut into the gvf fic writing world… this idea has been rattling around for a while and im glad to finally get it out. I know this chapter is short, but bare with me friends, i just gotta get it set up. i love and thank yall for the support this has already gotten, without even posting a chapter yet im cryinin tha club. i hope you enjoy <3 ...

Chapter One

When your father told you that you would be spending Christmas in the south, this was not what you had in mind. Your fantasies of tanning on white sand beaches while sipping piña coladas were quickly squashed as you stepped off the plane and onto the tarmac in…? Dry, cold wind whipped around your now hot-with-anger face as you looked around at the brown, rolling landscape before you.

“You have got to be kidding me.” you seethed, rushing over to the only waiting car and ripping open the door, “Do you mind telling me where the hell I’m at?!”

Without looking back the driver merely grumbled, “Borger, Texas ma’am.”

…

“You sent me to Texas, TEXAS!” Your shrieking over the phone caused your father to pull the receiver away from his ear before responding.

“Honey, you used to love spending Christmas with your grandparents.”

“Yeah, WHEN I WAS FIVE! I can’t believe -”

“Well since I have to work through Christmas and I don’t want you to be alone, I thought it might be good for you to spend time with your grandparents.” He sighed over the line, already tired of your attitude even from over 1,500 miles away in the Big Apple. As you tried to interject again, he cut you off, “Listen y/n, you’re staying on that ranch. I’ve already put a hold on your credit cards so don’t even think about trying to leave. Relax, get back in touch with them, and I’ll see you soon. Love you.”

The overwhelming silence marked the end of the phone call and soon after, the end of any cell service as the car pulled under the wooden arch reading “Silver Bell's Ranch”.

And that’s how you ended up here - sitting on the porch of your grandparent’s farmhouse, drowning in your Papaw's old Carhart coat. Unfortunately, you had packed for a much warmer trip and with no money to even shop in town, you were reduced to wearing your Mamaw's hand me downs that were most definitely the height of winter fashion circa 1995. The bright purple geometric patterned sweater was hard to hide, even from underneath the bulk of the classic tan coat over top of it. With your chin resting in your hands, you continued to survey the acres of cow-covered land before you, wondering how many brain cells you could possibly lose from mind-numbing boredom.

“Y/n, come and try this pie-filling! I think the church ladies will love this one!” Your Mamaw called, making this the fourth pie filling she wanted you to try over the course of the morning and your second official day in Texas.

So you decided, since there was no way to tell any grandma no, to quietly sneak off and wander the expansive property. After following a worn, dirt path for what felt like eternity, you reached the top one of the larger hills on your trek, catching sight of a barn with horses in the field surrounding it, and three yelping boys. From where you stood you could see two sat on the fence, watching as the third rode a horse around the small, attached corral doing what you could only describe as circus tricks. Wanting to see more of the action up close, you crept down the hill and through the barn doors to hide behind a conveniently placed stack of hay bales.

The two boys sitting on the fence laughed loudly, the one closest to you very nearly falling off of the railing a couple of times. His dark hair reaching just below his shoulders, the top half pulled into a small ponytail, probably to keep the hair out of his eyes while he worked. He looked broad and strong from hard labor, but small compared to the other boy whose long, dark mess of curls accented his wide shoulders. Both of their smiles were bright, but nowhere near as shining as the boy who was currently laying across the horse’s back in a lounging pose. He looked like he was born to smile, and to be quite the showman as he popped the collar on his Sherpa-lined denim jacket, saluting the others.

You had to place your hand over your mouth to muffle your laughter, these boys seemed like fun but what were they doing on your grandparents ranch? You knew the ranch hands who had been here since childhood, why would they need any more help?

“Well, well, well… hello darlin’.” A deep voice drawled from behind you, causing you to turn and fly backwards into your hay bale fortress. Staring back at you was a tall, very handsome stranger, with a smirk playing on his lips.

“I- I was-” you sputtered, words escaping you as the stranger lifted his head, revealing piercing chocolate eyes that had been previously hidden by the brim of his black cowboy hat. His facial hair, scruff actually, coupled with his layered, shoulder length waves took your breath away - he was gorgeous. You weren’t sure how long you stared before the scratchiness of the hay against your body and the clearing of his throat brought you back to reality.

“You were..?” he prompted, the humor in his tone causing you to blush a deeper scarlet than you already were. With this, you realized that the other boys had gone quiet, the near silence of the barn becoming suffocating.

“I was leaving.” You tried, pushing off the hay in an attempt to pass the man but he simply blocked your path, grinning back at you as if that had been the funniest joke in the world. You looked to the sides for another exit, trying to flee this embarrassing encounter but you only found closed stable doors and the riding equipment strewn across them.

“It really didn’t look like you were... it looked like you were enjoying the show.” His gloved hands moved to his hips, drawing your eyes down to the large belt buckle adorning the front of his Wranglers.

“Sammy! Are you gonna come join us?” One of the boys hollered from outside, causing you to turn your head as if you could see him, giving the male in front of you the opportunity to lean down to you.

“I’ll see you around darlin’.” Sammy’s warm breath fanned over your ear, a smirk evident in his voice, causing a shiver to run down your spine. He stepped back once more, grabbing horse blankets from the stall next to you, and disappeared out the door.

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Enhancing Home Security with Fencing: Top Options and Benefits

The Importance of Fencing

Fencing serves multiple purposes, making it an essential feature for residential, commercial, and agricultural properties. The primary reasons for installing a fence include:

1. Security

A well-constructed fence provides a physical barrier that deters intruders and enhances the security of your property. It can prevent unauthorized access and protect your home or business from theft and vandalism.

2. Privacy

Fencing offers a sense of privacy, allowing you to enjoy your outdoor spaces without feeling exposed. This is particularly important for residential properties where families want to relax and entertain in their yards without prying eyes.

3. Boundary Definition

Fences clearly define property boundaries, reducing disputes with neighbors and ensuring that each party understands the limits of their land. This is crucial for maintaining harmonious relationships and adhering to legal property lines.

4. Aesthetics

A well-designed fence can significantly enhance the appearance of your property. With various styles and materials available, you can choose a fence that complements your home or business's architectural design and landscape.

5. Safety

Fencing can improve safety by keeping children and pets within the boundaries of your property and away from potential hazards such as busy roads or bodies of water. Additionally, it can prevent unwanted wildlife from entering your premises.

Types of Fencing

There are several types of fencing, each with its unique characteristics, advantages, and disadvantages. The choice of fencing depends on your specific needs, budget, and aesthetic preferences. Here are some of the most popular types of fencing:

1. Wood Fencing

Wood fencing is a timeless and versatile option that offers natural beauty and a range of styles. Common types of wood fencing include:

Picket Fences: Characterized by evenly spaced vertical boards (pickets) attached to horizontal rails, picket fences are ideal for decorative purposes and creating a welcoming atmosphere.

Privacy Fences: These fences feature closely spaced boards that provide maximum privacy and security, making them a popular choice for residential properties.

Split Rail Fences: Often used in rural settings, split rail fences consist of horizontal rails connected to vertical posts, offering a rustic and open look.

Pros: Aesthetic appeal, customizable, versatile

Cons: Requires regular maintenance, susceptible to rot and pests

2. Vinyl Fencing

Vinyl fencing is a low-maintenance alternative to wood, made from durable PVC (polyvinyl chloride). It comes in various styles, including privacy, picket, and ranch rail fences.

Pros: Low maintenance, weather-resistant, long-lasting

Cons: Higher initial cost, limited color options

3. Top 15 Warehouse Fence Brands Fencing

Metal fencing, including wrought iron, aluminum, and steel, offers strength and durability. It is commonly used for security purposes and decorative applications.

Wrought Iron Fences: Known for their ornate designs, wrought iron fences provide a classic and elegant look.

Aluminum Fences: Lightweight and rust-resistant, aluminum fences are suitable for coastal areas and require minimal maintenance.

Chain Link Fences: Often used for commercial and industrial properties, chain link fences are affordable and effective for security purposes.

Pros: Durable, secure, low maintenance

Cons: Can be expensive, may require professional installation

4. Composite Fencing

Composite fencing is made from a combination of wood fibers and recycled plastic, offering the appearance of wood with enhanced durability and minimal maintenance.

Pros: Weather-resistant, low maintenance, eco-friendly

Cons: Higher cost, limited color choices

5. Electric Fencing

Electric fencing is commonly used in agricultural settings to contain livestock or protect crops. It delivers a mild electric shock to deter animals from crossing the boundary.

Pros: Effective for livestock management, customizable

Cons: Requires electricity, regular maintenance needed

6. Bamboo Fencing

Bamboo fencing is an eco-friendly option that provides a natural and exotic look. It is suitable for decorative purposes and creating a tranquil atmosphere in gardens and outdoor spaces.

Pros: Sustainable, aesthetically pleasing, easy to install

Cons: Less durable than other materials, requires maintenance

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