#Far West

[myfandomprompts]

"Well, it's sure is nice to meet such an handsome outlaw."

TOM BLYTH in Billy the Kid (2022)

[jihef03]

Saddling up

[nelbrokeloose]

I'm finally done with this fic, yay! I hope y'all enjoy it, I've had these characters for a while now and I absolutely love them. I'll probably write more stories with them in the future.

Ángel spent the whole day riding his faithful black mare Medianoche and when night came he was eager to rest on the next town.

His dark hair and skin were drenched in sweat. His hat protected him from the sun, but also kept him uncomfortably hot.

He finally arrived to Copperbanks, a small town but with enough to spend the night he figured.

Ángel noticed the streets of the town were empty, not even the ladies of the night could be seen. A ghostly chill raised the hairs on the back of his hair.

Medianoche was a little anxious and stressed as she neighed, probably exhausted of walking so much.

"Tranquila, tranquila..." he said gently patting her neck.

They stopped in front of the saloon, he dismounted Medianoche and tied her out next to a brown horse so she could drink some water.

He entered the saloon hoping to get a room to spend the night and some booze to help him sleep.

The place was as empty as the town, or he thought. Sitting on a dark corner there was a small framed man wearing a hat, a red handkerchief on his face and with a brown poncho covering his body.

"What the hell are you doing here?" the man said pulling his Colt and pointing at Ángel. "Do you have a death wish, boy?"

Looking better at the man, Ángel recognized him from wanted posters. That man was Pretty Boy Gene.

Like the posters, Gene only had his piercing green eyes exposed and framed by his long golden hair.

Gene was vicious, he would rob banks, steal cattle and he was known to have a short temper.

"I thought I was very serious when I advised that everyone in Copperbanks should get out of town for a five days. I didn't think there would be anyone stupid enough to stick around."

Ángel held his hands up.

"I don't want any trouble Mr. Gene... I'm just an outsider. I'm very tired and I just want to sleep and keep moving by dawn."

Gene grunted and screamed in pain, instinctively he took his handkerchief off and grabbed his stomach.

Looking at his uncovered face Ángel realized Gene was the most beautiful man he had ever seen. Confusing feelings flushed Ángel's mind as he feared for his life but also admired Gene's beauty.

"What the fuck are you looking at?" Gene said shooting with his eyes at Ángel.

"Sorry, sorry!" Ángel stopped looking at him for a second and then asked "Is everything fine?"

"None of your fucking business!" another sharp pain took over Gene making him put his gun on the table to hold his stomach with both hands. "Son of a bitch!"

"Have you been shot?" Ángel slowly walked closer to Gene and then sliding the gun further from them both. He then looked deep inside Gene's eyes and said "Let me help you."

Gene took a deep breath and sighed. He felt honesty on Ángel's voice and he was desperate for help.

"Fine." Gene pulled up his poncho and unbuttoned his shirt revealing a huge tight belly.

"¡Mierda!" Ángel exclaimed realizing the mess he got into.

Gene took off his poncho and ripped off the remaining buttons of his shirt making his breasts visible. Ángel blushed and looked away.

"Please help me!"

Genes whimper was enough to get Ángel to control his embarrassment and be useful.

Ángel grabbed a bottle of whiskey and helped Gene get up.

"Let's get you to somewhere more comfortable, come on." Gene put his arm around Ángel's neck and shoulders and the slowly walked to the stairs. "There's probably a bed upstairs, we can use it."

"Ugh! Thank you... What's your name?"

"Ángel."

"Thank you, Ángel."

They slowly went upstairs making a few stops so Gene could catch his breath.

When they finally reached the bedroom, Ángel opened the door and helped Gene get on the bed.

Gene unbuttoned his pants and got himself out of them so he could open his legs.

"Oh, God!" Gene said spreading up his legs and holding his belly.

"So..." Ángel said placing the bottle of whiskey on the nightstand. "What was your plan? Evacuate a whole town, have this baby and then take it to rob banks with you?"

"What? No, of course not!" Gene took a deep breath finally feeling relaxed after opening his legs. "My plan was to give birth and leave the kid on the convent up Coyote Hill."

Ángel felt bad but he knew they would be better off with que nuns.

Gene felt another contraction and screamed in pain.

"SON OF A BITCH!" he grabbed his belly and continued. "Fuck this, I'm pushing this thing out right now!"

"Wait!" said Ángel. "Don't push yet, you might get hurt, let me check your dilation first."

Gene was skeptical.

"Do you know how to do it?"

"Of course!" Ángel said while opening the bottle of whiskey he got downstairs. "I used to work on a ranch and I delivered dozens of calves." Ángel said with pride.

Gene was furious.

"I'm not a fucking cow!"

Ángel felt Gene's sharp cold eyes.

"Of course not! That was stupid, sorry." Ángel looked down to avoid making eye contact with Gene.

Gene sighed.

"That's fine, you were just trying to reassure me. I appreciate that."

Ángel smiled.

"I should probably have mentioned that my mother was a midwife and I attended several deliveries with her." Ángel paused. "Human babies deliveries."

Gene laughed.

"Yeah, that would have probably be better haha!"

Ángel realized that was the first time he saw Gene smile. He almost mentioned that Gene had a great laugh but he was afraid to be awkward and ruin the moment again.

"All right, can I check your dilation now?" Ángel said pouring some whiskey on his hands to sterilize them.

Gene took a deep breath and grabbed the sheets bracing himself for what was to come.

"Let's do this!"

Ángel inserted his fingers into Gene's swollen pussy. Gene squirmed and Ángel caressed Gene's knee with his other hand.

"Tranquilo, tranquilo..." Ángel feeling more comfortable in his native language. "I'm almost done, papá..."

Ángel then slowly spread his fingers to check the dilation.

"Ugh! Please tell me it's almost over!"

Ángel took his fingers out of Gene and answered:

"Sorry... You still have a couple of centimeters to go. But you're doing great progress."

"Goddammit!"

"Do you want to change your position maybe?" Gene nodded. "All right, let me help you get up."

Once they were up, Gene instinctively squatted and Ángel gave him some support holding Gene from behind.

"Hmmm... Thank you, that feels good." Gene relaxed for the first time since he felt the first contraction.

"Let me know if you need anything else."

"I'm just glad you're here with me." Gene turned his head and looked into Ángel's eyes. "I don't think I would be able to do this alone like I planned."

"You probably would." Ángel caressed Gene's golden hair. "You're stronger than you think, this baby would come one way or another. You would figure it out. If you were alone your body would tell you what to do."

"I'm not so sure." Gene said bouncing on air a little. "I was going to push before I was supposed to."

"You were just frustrated and probably would give up pushing anyway. You will know when it's time to push."

Gene sighed loudly as another contraction took over him. Ángel held him tight and whispered in his ear.

"Muy bien, papá... Respira..."

Gene felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise. He hadn't felt like this in a long time. Gene felt safe in Ángel's embrace. His heart raced and he turned his head to Ángel.

Ángel was smiling tenderly, Gene couldn't imagine a life where he wasn't in Ángel's arms anymore. Gene got closer and kissed Ángel.

Ángel was surprised but it felt so right to kiss this man. He felt so close to Gene and squeezed him tighter. Gene moaned quietly.

"It's just the two of us here, you don't have to contain yourself." Ángel said rubbing Gene's lower belly. "Is this fine?"

Gene nodded. He felt shivers when Ángel touched him.

Ángel went lower and lower reaching Gene's swollen pussy and gently slid his fingers into it. Gene was so relaxed he didn't felt any discomfort, he moaned loudly as Ángel explored his opening once more.

"That feels so good..." said Gene throwing his head back.

Ángel laughed awkwardly.

"What?" said Gene a little insecure by Ángel's laugh.

"Perdón..." he laughed once more. "I wasn't trying to seduce you, I'm just checking your dilation again."

Gene blushed and laughed.

"How dilated am I then?"

"Fully." said Ángel pulling his fingers out helping Gene to get on bed again. "You will probably feel the urge to push soon."

Gene's eyes grew big.

"I don't think I'm ready for this." Gene whimpered.

Ángel grabbed his face with both hands and looked deep into his eyes.

"Yes you are, you've been ready since you came inside this saloon willing to do this alone. You're doing great, trust me."

Gene's eyes began to tear up, he was exhausted and soaked in sweat. He was ready for this whole thing to be over but he wasn't excited to make it be over anytime soon.

Ángel took Gene's hand. Gene trusted this man with his life and fantasized about how he would make a great partner in crime.

Gene felt a contraction and a pressure building up. He squeezed Ángel's hand as hard as he could.

"Ugh! I think I have to push. Now!"

Ángel opened Gene's legs and rubbed his inner thighs.

"Whenever you want, Gene."

The pressure was overwhelming and Gene grunted and gathered all his strength to give his first push.

"Hmph... AAAAAAAARGH!"

Ángel watched as Gene's lips started to slowly open and reveal a tiny patch of blond hair.

"Bueno, bueno! Keep going, Gene!"

Gene took a deep breath and pushed once more, he felt his pussy on fire and began to cry.

"It hurts so much! I can't do this, Ángel..."

"Yes you can!" Ángel massaged Gene's tender pussy and helped him stretch. "Come on, everytime you push you get closer to the end!"

That's everything Gene needed to hear, he pushed one more time and felt his hole growing around Ángel's hands and the head. He felt wider and wider with every push.

Ángel took his hands out of the swollen birth canal and placed under the opening so he could gently catch the head as soon as it came out.

Gene shut his eyes and brought his chin to his chest giving the hardest push so far. He was stretched to the widest point of the head and kept enduring and pushing.

"Vamos, un poquito más!"

Gene couldn't understand a word Ángel said but hearing his voice was encouraging enough.

These long minutes felt like hours and Gene was almost giving up when he hear Ángel saying.

"The head is out!"

With this information he felt adrenaline rushing through his veins.

"Really?"

"Yes, feel it!" Ángel put Gene's hand on the top of the baby's head.

Tears of joy streamed down Gene's cheeks.

"One more push might be enough to finish. Ready?"

"Y-yes." Gene replied exhausted.

"All right, push!"

With a final and easy push, the rest of the body was out and Gene caught his healthy baby girl that had a strong cry.

"She's perfect!" Gene said in tears. "I can't believe I was gonna abandon you, I'm so sorry!"

Ángel took off his shirt to cover the small baby girl.

"Thank you for helping me, Ángel."

"It was my pleasure, Gene. Now rest."

Gene rested his head on Ángel's shoulder as he nursed their baby girl.

[annepsilvaauthor]

You Belong With Me - Jamie Dutton

Pairing: Jamie Dutton x OC (Ava North)

Summary: Ava only wanted one thing: to be a horse tamer. And when she had the chance, she took it. Ava became the new horse tamer of Yellowstone, a totally different ranch from the others she met, either because of its immensity or because of family problems. Ava thought her problems were big, but when she met the Dutton family that thought dies. However, there is a Dutton who is a point out of the curve, a lawyer mistreated by the problems and by his own family. Meeting Jamie Dutton may not have been the work of chance, after all one broken understands the other.

Warnings: Subtle sexual innuendos, brief language, alcohol consumption, angst, smut, fluffy.

Author's note: Can someone tell me how I put the "read more" by app? Please, help me!

Part III

Someone I can't have

The days went by and Ava became more and more connected with the cowboys and especially with the foreman. They didn't have another moment as intimate as that, since Ava no longer showed any interest beyond the conversations and Lee seemed to understand this. She respected him and liked to see that he respected her equally. This fact alone could have made him even more attractive, but something got in the way. He was kind, capable and kissed very well, he was a man. Why didn't she feel attracted to him?

One day the Duttons invented to have a family reunion on top of the horses. She could see Lee, Jamie and another brother she later discovered was Kayce, John's youngest son. There was a boy with him and from the way John looked at that boy, he was his grandson. But there was no sign of Kayce's wife, if he had any. Ava knew there were more children, a woman, but she didn't leave the House much and she certainly wouldn't share that moment with them.

Ava rode on one of the horses and joined the other cowboys, waiting for the Duttons to gather on the horses. Lee was the first and stood next to her at a distance considered far enough not to cause suspicion, but close enough to take care of her. Ava can observe Rip's look on himself, curious and mocking. She knew he understood what was happening between them, but had let her bear her own decisions. And she would thank him for that.

Jamie was the second to climb the horse. That stallion was one of the most docile and calm in the stable, which made it clear how far Jamie was from the farm and the routine of the cowboys. He certainly wasn't a landowner. At least, Jamie didn't get out of balance and managed to guide his horse to where Lee was, keeping his eyes fit, of course, on John Dutton. He helped his grandson to climb on his horse with satisfaction and love, with a look that she had not yet seen launch even to Lee, let alone Jamie.

Jamie, at a rare moment, looked away from John to Ava. It was a quick moment, maybe milliseconds, but she can glimpse a look of sadness. He fixed his gaze on Kayce, calling him to ride, but Ava kept watching him. Once again he had dressed differently from the suit and tie, wore boots, jeans, a white shirt and a cream jacket. However, as much as he dressed like a cowboy, he wasn't one. The well-aligned hair was certainly not from a cowboy. Jamie represented everything that Ava never managed to stay close to, that she never saw in that small town. He represented a class very far from her. Still, her body kept burning whenever she saw him.

Kayce finally joined the rest of the family and everyone headed to the countryside, where they guided the immense buffaloes from one valley to another. They did that from time to time to give the land time to recover while the buffaloes fed on the other part. The land trembled with the noise of the strong footsteps of the animals, both buffaloes and horses and Ava admired the beautiful and raw landscape of Yellowstone. The clean air, green and blue of the sky enchanted her every day as if it were the first time.

"I'll get him going for you." Kayce informed Lee with a playful smile.

"Race you!" Lee took the challenge and rode next to his brother, pairing the speeds in the middle of the herd.

"Men." She laughed alone when she watched the two brothers increase their speed more and more and the buffaloes follow them downhill.

"Think they should hold here." Jamie announced to his father, who ignored him for a few minutes.

"Kayce might be the only man who can outride him." John replied calmly as he watched the two sons ride through his land and then walked away from Jamie taking Tate with him.

The cowboys continued with their work and followed John, but Ava took a few seconds to watch Jamie. He stood there after hearing that from his father, with a sad and disappointed expression. John had said with all the letters that Jamie was not good enough to defeat Lee. And that statement didn't seem to be just about the race. Jamie was destined to be just the family's lawyer forever, at least according to John Dutton.

Before following the same direction as the others, Ava noticed a mucca on the back loins of Jamie's horse and rode to him. Jamie received her with a question mark on his face, after all, their last meeting had not been so friendly for her to want to approach him again.

"There's a mucca on your horse, sir. Don't move. I'm going to remove it." Ava informed respectfully when she got close enough to him. Jamie was reluctant for a moment, as if he didn't believe she was helping him, but gave in with a nod. If that mucca stung the horse, God knew how far he would take Jamie.

"Be quick." Jamie ordered by observing that the herd and the cowboys were distancing themselves. Ava rolled her eyes without him noticing and stretched towards Jamie's horse, pushing the mucca away with the thick gloves.

"Quick enough?" She didn't contain the sarcastic comment. "Oh, sorry...sir."

Jamie shook his head in front of her comment and left towards the others without looking back.

"Thank you, Ava. You were very kind." She replied to herself and rode quickly in the direction of the other cowboys.

After they guided the herd to valley nine, the Duttons took a different turn on the way back. They took a turn and rode towards the river. Ava and some cowboys remained at the top of the hill, waiting for the bosses to fish in the river. They prepared the baits and hoisted them over the water while still riding the horses. They seemed to be having fun and for a moment Ava wished she wasn't a cowgirl and could just had fun in that river.

Lee was the first to catch a fish and handed the fishing rod to Kayce, who gave it to Tate. John Dutton had gone up with the other cowboys to solve landowner problems and left his grandson with his father. Tate was an adorable boy who didn't seem to have much contact with nature, at least not like that.

"I got a fish!" Tate exclaimed excitedly to his father.

Ava observed that Jamie had positioned himself in the center of the river and after a few minutes he hooked a fish as well. Then Jamie got off the horse in a cumsy jump and wrapped the nylon thread of the fishing rod.

"Lee, get my horse. Whoo!" Jamie exulted when he could catch that fish as if he were a child, almost as excited as Tate. "Little late in the year for that!"

"Do they have the habit of coming here?" Ava asked Ryan, one of the cowboys who had been left behind.

"Not in recent years." He responded by watching the family downstairs. "Only Lee still shows up here from time to time."

"You can tell that."

Ava watched Jamie lift his huge fish from the river with a smile of satisfaction. He seemed very proud of his feat, it almost seemed that he had never done something so good that he deserved to be proud of or that someone had never given him due recognition. One thing or another, the fact was that Jamie seemed happy. It was the first time Ava saw him smile, most of the time Jamie was frowing, sad or worried. She could almost see every line of expression of his no longer so young face from above. He raised the fish so high that she thought he wanted to show her his big fish too. She laughed without warning.

"Oh, she's so beautiful." Jamie admired the dead fish in his hands.

The Dutton brothers lit a small bonfire by the river and roasted the two fish they had caught. They were more comfortable at that moment, taking off their jackets and sitting on small tree trunks. The moment seemed so intimate that Ava felt bad for having to watch them. She, more than anyone, knew the value of privacy and they deserved it.

"You're gonna raise him on a reservation?" Lee asked his brother about Tate while eating some of the roasted fish.

"People do it every day." He responded in disdain while taking care of his son's fish.

"Cause they have no choice, Kayce." Jamie entered the conversation after eating another piece of the fish, carrying a small knife between his big hands.

"Yeah, looks like you're ready to eat." Kayce ignored the brothers' comments to pay attention only to her son.

"It's a good day." Tate sentenced by finally tasting his fish.

"Every day, just like this." Jamie reported excitedly, but Kayce didn't buy that.

"Who are you kidding? Bet you haven't fished here in years."

"Only thing we haven't done in years is seeing you, Kayce." Jamie replied looking for another piece of fish meat.

"Well, he told me to leave."

"He told us all to leave." Lee recalled with the most serious voice. "You were just the only one who did."

"It's different. You know that."

"So you're gonna raise him in that meth-filled desert to prove a point." Lee continued to debate with his brother.

"What I'm proving you'll never understand." Kayce explained and the brothers laughed.

"Shit, I miss being young. You wake up in the morning and you just keep right on dreaming, huh?" Lee mocked his younger brother.

"You're a 38-year-old bachelor living in your father's house, working 100-hour week for a nibble of his approval." Kayce countered directly in a heavy argument. "Is that the dream, Lee? Sure as shit it ain't mine."

Ava could see the brothers talking from afar without being able to hear them, but she could notice a certain repulsion and anger in Lee's always cheerful expression. She wonder what they were talking about? Suddenly, Lee caught a pebble and threw it in the direction of Kayce, who deviated before the piece hit his face.

"Hey! Don't throw things at my dad!" Tate screamed anrily and got up to throw, with all his childish strength, the fish he had caught on Lee. The brother fell back more scared than by the force of the object. "Fucker!"

The brothers laughed because of the boy's behavior and verbiate. Even Ava laughed from up there. It was something so unexpected that she couldn't hold back her own laugh even if she didn't know what it was all about. Lee was hit by a little boy. She would definitely make fun of him later.

And there it was again, his smile. It was more surprised than happy, but it was still a beautiful smile. Jamie had big and wide teeth, but crooked. She was sure he could have left them straight if he wanted to, he had money for it. Ava didn't understand why someone who apparently cared so much about appearance didn't care about their own teeth. However, she had to admit that it matched him. A sign of imperfection on that plastic mountain. She liked that, it was fucking charming.

The brothers remained talking for a long time until Tate seemed tired and they decided to return home. The Duttons reunited again with the cowboys and they rode back. Jamie didn't ride as fast as his brothers, not even the cowboys, so he always ended up behind the crowd. And this distance allowed him to see a red handkerchief stuck in one of the branches of the trees. Jamie recognized it and approached to pick it up, keeping it in his jacket pocket.

Upon arriving at the stables, the cowboys collected the Duttons' horses to feed them inside the barn and they all entered the house, at least that's what Ava thought. She took care of the last horse in the stable, combing the mane while he fed, when she saw boots appear at the door. Ava raised her head to contemplate Jamie Dutton.

"Is there a problem, sir?" She asked with a frown, since he had never entered there since she had taken over the job.

"My father cares about his men as much as about animals and the land, Ava. He gives you everything you need to take care of what is his." He began his report by crossing his arms over his chest and staring at her with disdain.

"We are grateful for that, sir."

"Is it really? It doesn't look like it. Where's your handkerchief, Ava?"

She continued to frown at his question and looked for the piece on her neck, but did not find it. Ava widened her eyes and looked under her jacket, in her pockets and even in the cabin, but she couldn't find it. Holy shit! She sighed strongly and closed her eyes for a second trying to remember where she could have left it. Damn, the wind was so strong that day that it could have fallen anywhere.

"I lost it, sir." Ava responded after realizing that lying would not be the best option.

"Good. You were honest." Jamie let out a mini smile and rummaged through his jacket pocket, removing the red scarf. Ava opened her mouth slightly in surprise and closed it immediately. "It was near the river. It looks like you got distracted."

"This is not going to happen again, sir."

Jamie didn't answer by just studying her entirely with those huge and bright blue eyes. She had never been so close to him as to see them like that. They were beautiful, although a little sad. Jamie extended the handkerchief towards her and Ava picked it up, but not before she felt a remnant of his warm skin between her fingers. Sparks exploded from that touch.

"I feel like I know you from somewhere." Jamie resumed talking after the brief shock.

"I don't think so, sir. I would remember, for sure."

"You would?" Jamie asked almost choking and Ava felt a little powerful for making him disassemble like that.

"We are from completely different worlds, sir. If I'm in a place where you are, or that place is poorly frequented or it's from high society." Ava acquired a seductive tone that she had no intention of having. Jamie swallowed it dry over and over again. "I would definitely remember someone like you."

"Someone like me..."

"Yes, someone I can't have."

Ava didn't understand why she did that, in fact, she knew well, she just didn't understand why she couldn't contain herself. He was her boss, just like Lee. If she continued like that, she would lose the respect of cowboys and bosses. But she couldn't help but like everything that Jamie threw at her at that moment, in complete shock, as if he had never heard something like that from someone, especially from a woman. Ava saw him as an imposing man, smart enough to rid the ranch of many problems, but she realized that Jamie didn't seem to have many experiences with women. He seemed naive, disconcerted and fucking surprised. Probably, Jamie had never been desired by a woman before, at least, not one as attractive as Ava.

"IIII, I need to go." He stuttered and swallowed dry several times.

"OK, sir. Thank you for returning the handkerchief to me." Ava maintained the malicious tone and opened an irresistible smile, which Jamie almost disassembled in front of her. "Have a good day, Mr. Dutton."

"Likewise, Ava."

Jamie squeezed the step away from the stable and if she wasn't looking maybe he would have run out of there. Once alone, Ava allowed herself to laugh at the situation and bit her lower lip.

"Did you see that, Leon?" She talked to the horse that squeamed.

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Ursula Andress - 4 for Texas (1963)

[reyturnofbensolo]

Richard Moore!

[flamsparks]

DnD characters sowing what they reaped✨

[DeviantArt]

[shapelytimber]

I just had my last concept art class :’) so to come full circle... I did a yeehaw.

The assignment was to create a character, and to tell they’re story via a serie of drawing at different stages of their life.

Mine is a cowboy leaving during the gold rush,that turns to crime, becomes a huge bitch and gets betrayed. He dies alone in misery :3c

And here’s the line up :)

Loved that class <3 but omg 2 days was very short for this- did not have time to do values :’(

[werthersamsa]

I love western! ♥️

[fgarcera]

[balu8]

Jean Giraud

[myfandomprompts]

"Believe me, I really don't want to kill you."

TOM BLYTH - Billy the Kid (2022)

[jihef03]

"Pumpkin Cowboooy..."

"But they're humaaaaaaans.."

[movieposters1]

[annepsilvaauthor]

You Belong With Me - Jamie Dutton

Pairing: Jamie Dutton x OC (Ava North)

Summary: Ava only wanted one thing: to be a horse tamer. And when she had the chance, she took it. Ava became the new horse tamer of Yellowstone, a totally different ranch from the others she met, either because of its immensity or because of family problems. Ava thought her problems were big, but when she met the Dutton family that thought dies. However, there is a Dutton who is a point out of the curve, a lawyer mistreated by the problems and by his own family. Meeting Jamie Dutton may not have been the work of chance, after all one broken understands the other.

Warnings: Subtle sexual innuendos, brief language, alcohol consumption, angst, smut, fluffy.

A place for women

"The ranch isn't a place for women, Ava." Rip said sounding more protective than she had ever seen. "There are only animals there."

"Great, I love animals," she replied with determination after taking a sip of her beer.

"Don't tell me you want to wash a cow's ass? That's what a cowboy does...and many other things."

"No, I don't want that. You know what my talent is, Rip." She reminded him with a confident smile of her glory days in the rodeos.

"Oh, of course. The 'horse enchanter'. I remember her." He disdained with a smile and drank a sip of beer straight from the bottle. "You earned much more at the rodeos than you would at the ranch."

"You know why I done competitions, I'm not going to get into this subject again." She protested almost angry and asked for another drink.

Ava looked around. It was almost three in the morning and the bar was empty, there were only the two of them there exchanging favors as they always did. Rip sent it, she did it and he paid for it. It was always good money, but she was tired of infiltrating, selling her body to get information and pretending to be who she wasn't. The competitions gave her a lot of fame and exposure, the work of private detective locked her in lies. Ava wanted an escape from all that, she wanted to live in a place where she could be herself. Yellowstone looked like one of those places.

"Are you going to help me or not?" Ava asked incisively, but Rip continued in his passive state, drinking the beer as if it were the most expensive wine in the world. "Damn, we've known each other for I don't know how many fucking years and I've never asked you for anything, Rip. This should help you understand how much this matters to me."

"I know it's important to you...and it's precisely because we've known each other for so long that I'm afraid to put you in there." He sighed heavily and ran away from her eyes with every word. "You know the...things I've been doing, damn it. You know that. In there you're not a simple cowboy or horse tamer, you're their property. His property."

"You never complained about what you had to do for the Dutton. This means that you agree with what should have been done. You are part of them now or of his property. And if he protects his own property so well and I will be a part of it, then there is no other place in the world safer than there."

Rip shook his head in denial and fixed his dark and deep eyes on hers. There was pain, anger and sadness in them, something not so different from Ava's. That's what connected them and continued to keep their friendship so alive.

"I'm not going to convince you otherwise, am I?" He asked with a weak smile and she denied it with her head. He sighed strongly and drank two more big sips of his beer. "OK. I can do it for you...but there's something you need to know before you get in."

"I'm all ears." Ava moved around on the stool, turning totally to her friend, who had suddenly taken a very serious tone.

"We all value loyalty very much. John values that for real. We do what he asks without questioning... out here you had the opportunity to change branches as many times as you needed, but not there. Once you entered the ranch, you don't leave there anymore, do you understand?" Rip's eyes shone in a kind of devotion mixed with terror and Ava paid attention at every word, internalizing that for good. She nodded in agreement. "Are you sure you still want to do that?"

"More than anything in my life." Ava opened a moved smile." It will be good for me, Rip, you know that. They were good for you. Look at you! All full of authority, toughness and giving me orders. What can be so bad about that ranch that I haven't seen in my life?"

He didn't answer that, he just looked at her again in depth, which made her feel as small as she was when they met a few months before the tragedy with his family. Rip had been her protector as a child and, even though Ava was already on the verge of thirty-five, he still protected her as if she were that frightened and lost girl from Miles City. Well, Ava was no longer like that, she could take down anyone who approached her with ulterior motives, but a part of her liked Rip's protection, as much as it often irritated her.

"I'm going to be your boss." He informed in a mocking tone after the brief pause.

"Let's see for how long." Ava returned in challenge and the two laughed.

"Be in the shed in an hour." He announced and Ava raised an eyebrow. Rip laughed. "I'm not going to make it easy for you just because we're friends. You'll be like any other beginner."

"I didn't expect anything different from you." Ava stroked his shoulder with one hand, pulling his attention out of the bottle to her. "Thank you for that."

"Let's drink one more as friends."

[onirikshop]

Western Warehouse on sale on Marketplace or InWorld

Only for a land impact of 7, i've first created this building for using it in a RP sim where i created moonshine.

I've tried to make a more 'natural' look with the textures & the mesh, while keeping it simple.

Also the doors scripts are from Kool Builders