#yellowstone 1923

[jetblack4realz]

keep the wolves away - spencer dutton

summary - spencer is quite famous with the british girls on safari, you not so much

word count - 1.1k

after some excited responses to my addition of him into my yellowstone boys series, i am delving into the world of spencer dutton! i'm excited, idk if you are, but i am :)

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following spencer dutton around africa was not on your bingo card for the last couple years after the war ended, but you wouldn't say it wasn't on your bucket list. you enjoyed spending time with him and the guides that led y'all from camp to camp, becoming genuine friends with them all. you enjoyed the scenery and excitement that came from tracking down dangerous predators. you even enjoyed the reputation spencer started to get from it all - you saw it as recognition for his skills and efforts, an idea of how manly and impressive and dangerous he was that was a relatively true reflection of him as a person.

what you didn't enjoy was the fanbase that came from it.

whenever you ended up back in a city, or at a bar, or even at camp sometimes, there were girls whispering in the corner as they made goo-goo eyes at your husband. apparently, the tales of spencer dutton did not include the fact that he had a beautiful, faithful, and very protective wife who went with him everywhere. nope, you must've just been another girl fawning over him as you sat by him.

"come on," spencer sighed after you got off the train, holding you close by the waist. "let's get a drink."

"shouldn't we find our guides?" you asked.

"no, the guy who hired me 's bringing them to the site. he'll meet us at the bar in a few," he answered. "and frankly, i'm needing a drink right now."

"we just got off the train," you laughed. he stopped, staring down at you as a slow smile starting pulling at the side of his mouth.

"do you not want to get a drink with me? am i getting turned down by my own wife?" he wondered.

"no," you said, rolling your eyes as you laughed again. "i just know there will be women there fawning over you and i'm not in the mood for that."

"and how do you know that?"

"it always happens!"

"does not."

"oh, it does and you know it."

"like, every other time."

"well, this is the other, so either way we're screwed."

"no, that's happening later tonight," he said, winking as you laughed loudly, slapping him in the shoulder.

"spencer, you can't say those things out loud," you said.

he pulled you closer to him, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before continuing in a lower tone. "well, if i can't say it out loud, how are you supposed to know i'm thinking it?"

"trust me, cowboy, i know you're thinking it," you assured with a light laugh. you pulled back enough to grab his hand, leaning up to kiss his lips quickly before backing towards where you knew the bar for tourists wasn't too far off. "come on, let's get you that drink."

he laughed and followed you.

soon enough, you were sat at the bar next to one another, each with a classic american whiskey in hand - a little taste of home, you always said to the bartender when you ordered it. he always still looked at you odd, since most ladies didn't get such strong drinks, but fetched it for you nonetheless.

you were making easy conversation as you drank slowly, laughing as he glanced over at you with a fond smile. soon enough, your calm and comfortable time came to an end, and your earlier prediction came true.

"we know you!" a curly-haired brunette said excitedly as her and her four friends approached spencer. you sipped on your whiskey, not looking over to see spencer's inevitable thin smile and nod. ever the polite one. "you're spencer dutton!"

a different girl continued, her voice much higher than the first's.

"we've heard so much about you. all those people you protected, lions you killed. we heard you're going after a leopard now."

"yes i am."

there was a collective gasp followed by five giggles.

"you're american." the third girl was practically swooning and when you glanced over at them, she was holding her hands in front of her like she was about to pray.

"yeah, isn't it cute?" you asked, shooting them a smile before glancing at spencer again. he turned to you with a raise of his brows, a small smile pulling at one side of his lips.

the girls seemed surprised you chose to chime in. "and so are you..."

"surprising how many americans are on this trip, huh?" you said, setting your face in your palm as you leaned against the bartop.

they all looked at each other, the girl with the overly high-pitched voice nodding slowly and humming an uncertain, "yes."

"especially one's from montana," you continued, tilting your head at them as spencer leaned back in his chair, shaking his head with an amused smile.

"montana?"

"one of the states out west, in the mountains. that's where we're from. family's got a cattle ranch out there," you answered simply, sitting back in your chair casually and fiddling with your wedding ring.

their eyes widened.

"we?" a fourth girl chimed in, her entire head nearly white with the most platinum blonde hair - a stark contrast to how her cheeks were actively flushing pink.

"me and spencer," you said, furrowing your brows in mock confusion. "you do know we're married, right? have been since before the war..."

you trailed off, trying to continue to feign ignorance but struggling to not smile as they fumbled for something to say.

"oh, no of course!" the brunette said, mustering a quick smile. she looked back to spencer, holding a hand out before looking up at you and pulling it back a touch, uncertain of what exactly to do before it finally fell to her side. "it was nice to meet you, mr. dutton." she looked to you and nodded. "mrs. dutton." back to him. "good luck on your hunt."

with that, she grabbed the arm of the blonde, the other two following closely behind as they shuffled away, murmuring who knows what as they made their leave.

you took a sip of your whiskey, smiling openly now as spencer sat up and leaned close to your side. he sipped on his own drink, watching you with the corners of his mouth pulled up in amusement. when he set his drink down he was grinning, huffing out a laugh.

"you're getting creative," he said, raising his brows for a moment. "i should consider myself lucky for having such a protective wife."

"i'm a cowgirl, baby," you told him, glancing back at the retreating girls before offering him a lame shrug and smile. "i was raised how to keep the wolves away."

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masterlist!!

[deckardsdwelling]

Harrison Ford at the "81st Annual Golden Globe Awards" ~ 01/07/24 ~ CBS/Paramount+

[i-heart-yellowstone]

Can I have 1923 Spencer dutton x reader

Where the ship capsized and reader don't know have to swim

Head Above Water

Comments really appreciated ❤️

Laying asleep in the coat with a blanket draped over my body I didn't think anything bad would come of the evening. Spencer and I had already been through hell and back it seemed, just wanting to get back to his family's ranch and help them defend their land in Montana.

Waves crashed against the cargo ship we were traveling on. It waa the only one we could afford with the little amount of money we had in our pockets. The boat rocks harshly where I screamed waking up once I rolled out of the bed and onto the floor. “Ahh! Spencer.”

The boat got thrown around again but this time I landed on the roof of the room meaning something must have completely flipped it over. Running out the door I felt my boots getting soaked with water quickly entering through the holes in the windows and cracks.

“Spencer!” I screamed as the water began rushing throughout the boat. I attempted to climb up the closest thing to me which was one of the boxes that had started floating above the water. Crawling on top of it my chest started tightening at the thought of getting thrown into the water.

The reason I was starting to have a panic attack over the ocean was because I didn’t know how to swim. I hadn’t ever been taught how to swim since my family lived on a ranch in Texas. We never needed to worry about knowing how to swim.

The metal ship creaked and moaned with my finger nails digging into the wood of the box I was laying on until a wave hit the ship on the outside and more water came flushing inside hitting my box and tipping it over. “Spencer!” I screamed falling into the water frantically kicking my legs.

Opening my eyes I held my breath trying to find something to pull myself up with but there was nothing that would do the trick. My vision began to get blurry and I felt my limbs tensing up where I knew I would likely die in this water.

Shutting my eyes I let my body nearly get limp and slowly fall down into the water more till I felt a tight grip around my waist dragging me up to the surface and pushing my body back up onto a different floating box. “Y/n! Y/n, wake up. Y/n!” I faintly recognized Spencer's voice before he hit my back and I started coughing up water that I had swallowed when I fell in.

Blinking through watery tears I began to see that my lover was laying on the same box as me meaning it was somewhat big enough for the both of us. “Spe-Spencer. You - you saved me.” He brushes wet hair from my eyes, sending me a gentle smile regardless of the situation we were currently facing.

“The boat capsized. We need to get up to higher ground before this whole boat fills with seawater.”

I made a noise whimpering. “I can't - I don't know how to swim.”

“It’s fairly simple, darling. Just keep kicking your legs and arms forward. And keep your head above water as much as you possibly can.” He explained squeezing my hand in his counting down from three to one. Spencer dove into the water and I took in a deep breath jumping into the way after him.

Kicking my limbs as quickly as I could I noticed some light coming up from the dark water meaning I was making it near the surface. Shooting my head up and above the water I kept kicking my legs frantically searching for Spencer not seeing him anywhere. “Spencer!”

“Y/n.” He shouted my name causing me to sharply turn my head seeing he was sitting on the edge of the boat that was flat enough for us to sit on. Using the last amount of my energy I have left I swam over to him where he extended his hand tugging me up onto the boat edge.

He rubbed my back while I did my best to catch my breath. “You did so good, darling.”

“Thank you for rescuing me back there." I croaked through tears flinging my arms around his neck. Spencer wrapped his arms around my waist holding me closer to his chest, knowing we were entirely out of the woods just yet.

[bellarkeselection]

1923 Spencer dutton

Before going to the war Spencer and you have a one night stand five months later you show up at the duttons crying because the towns people run you out of town you write a letter to Spencer and tell him your pregnant and he doesn't have to marry you because it was just a one night stand it meant nothing but you actually love Spencer unknown to you he feels the same

A lifetime of Lovin' You

Spencer Dutton and I weren't in a serious relationship when we finally kissed. No we were the opposite of the typical people in our lives. Especially five months ago before he went off to fight in the on going war. Spencer pressed my back against the soft bed mattress never breaking the heated kiss. He placed his hands on either side of me hearing me moan breaking the kiss. "If I die in the war this wouldn't be a bad last memory to have. What made you think of doing something like this?"

When he had asked me that question I wasn't really in my right state of mind. He was obviously attractive that was clear but that wasn't why I was attracted to him. Running my hands over his bare chest I leaned up wrapping my arms around his neck flipping him on his back with my hair falling in front of both our faces. "If I told you I don't think you'd feel the same way. So let's just say this is a one night stand thing cowboy."

He moved one hand up brushing my hair back running his fingers through my locks. I moaned when he tugged on it lightly where I tugged him closer rocking my hips against his hearing him moan too. Spencer rolled us over slowly kissing me at the same time when he enters me making love to me where I closed my eyes living in that memory everytime I fall asleep especially when I discovered that I was pregnant. Sitting down at a table in my house I sighed reading the letter address to him outloud to myself running my freehand over my almost fully grown stomach. "Dear Spencer, I lied to you when we slept together. I said there wasn't a reason as to why I wanted to be with you. The truth is I'm pregnant with your child and I love you too. I was just afraid that you didn't feel the same way. You don't have to come home after the war if you are alive. I don't want to pin you down to something if you don't feel the same way. I just thought you should know, your friend Y/n."

I sent the letter a few months ago with the one his aunt Cara would send. Now I was just sitting on his family's front porch listening to the rain hit while she was getting ready for bed. Resting my hands on my stomach I was due in about two months from when I wrote the letter. Yet there hasn't been any response which didn't surprise me. I never expected him to fail for someone like me. Foosteps came outside the front door where I noticed it was Jacob. He removed his hat sitting down beside me on the swing. "I'm sorry about the town kicking you out for being pregnant before you were married."

"I didn't expect my parents to just throw me out the way that they did. The titles of high society and the low common rancher shouldn't matter if you truly love someone!" I spat towards the man who had given me a room in his house without hesitation. My family had quite more money than the Duttons and had expected to marry me off but I had been a lifelong friend of Spencer so I couldn't just burry my feelings away.

Jacob stared at me silently reaching across placing his hand over mine on my belly. "You will always have a home here, Y/n. Here it don't matter where you came from the Yellowstone takes care of your own when you take care of the land. That baby inside you is half Dutton so you will always belong here."

Shutting my eyes I leaned my head back just taking in the quiet sounds of the ranch slightly happy that I was going to raise a baby here. Jacob's hand moved from mine causing me to lean up and see that there was a horse and buggy coming our direction in the middle of the night which was rather strange. "Who on earth could that be in the middle of the night?" I asked myself walking across the porch leaning against one of the stone pillars not being able to tell who was walking towards us in the middle of the night.

Jacob quickly opened the front door calling to his wife Cara who handed him a shotgun where he came to stand directly at my side shouting out into the darkness. "Put your hands up, trustpasser and identify yourself before I blow your head off."

"Don't shoot its me!" The figure shouted coming closer to the edge of the stairs seeing that they had their hands raised but I still couldn’t make out who exactly it was. “Y/n, it’s me. It’s Spencer.”

His name slips past my lips where I started rushing down the stairs until I about fell so Jacob looped his arm through mine helping me down the rest of the way down. “Spencer?”

“Y/n, I got your letter. I’m sorry it took me so long to get here. But you should know that I feel the same way about you.” He blurted out when my eyes adjusted to the darkness locking onto his soft eyes that hadn’t left mine the entire time.

Blinking my eyes a couple times I slowly stepped towards him not believing what he was saying was actually true. I never imagined that he would fall for someone who was raised to be a lady of high society and he was raised to be a cowboy on a long generational ranch. “Are you being serious, Spencer. I don’t want you to have come all this way because I am pregnant. I can raise the baby on my own so that you don’t have to be tied down to something.”

“I’m being completely serious. I don’t know why you would think that I wouldn’t want to be with the girl who may be a proper lady but will run around like a crazy cowgirl and get dirty all the same. You will always do whatever is best for others like telling me that I didn’t have to come back here, but I do. Because I love you. I love you more than - fuck it.” He cut himself short stomping cupping my face in his hands crashing his lips onto mine.

There was light rain going on when I came down the stairs but now you could feel it pick up heavy but I didn’t care to go inside. Wrapping my arms around his neck I moaned into the kiss realizing how much I truly missed him. “Spencer…I love you too.” I rasped out breaking the kiss trying to catch my breath with our chest’s heaving up and down.

“You two better your asses inside if you don’t wish to catch a cold.” The front door,opened but we didn’t pay much mins to what his aunt Cara was saying to us.

Spencer wrapped his arms around my waist tugging me up against his chest as close as he possibly could. His eyes were so full of love when they focused on me where I leaned up on my toes wanting to jump up and wrap my legs around him but my pregnant belly wouldn’t allow me. Lifting my head up we were soaked from head to toe now but I ran a hand through his hair too focused on the cowboy in front of me. “She will come outside and kick both our sass if we don’t come inside you know that right.” I giggled sending him a bright smile.

“Oh don’t worry darlin’. I ain’t leaving your side for a second when we go inside that house.” He nuzzled his nose in the crook of my neck whispering in my ear. “In fact I’m gonna let you know that we probably aren’t gonna leave the bedroom until the baby is born. Because I’ve got a lot of time to make up on and too many sleepless nights of not lovin’ on you.”

“Spencer!” He scoped me up bridal style where I wrapped my arms around his neck squealing with him rushing up the stairs kicking open the bedroom door dropping me down on the bed hovering above me where I crashed my lips onto his hungrily.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[afangirlfandom]

The Saviors of the Dutton Ranch!

The hard headed scarred survivor hero type!

And the spitfire blonde who never lets anything slide!

[imdonnalynn]

The Complete Dutton Family Tree from the 7th generation to the 1st.

Yellowstone, 1923 and 1883 Explained

The first thing you think of when you here Yellowstone...Dutton.

Since the airing of the finale episode "Life Is a Promise" I will be updating anything that needs updating with the family tree and generations of the Dutton's.

1923's Season 2 premiere is Feb 23, 2025 and I'm betting the ranch Spencer and Alexandra will end up being the parents of John Dutton II (Who at this point seems to be the only male member of the family who died of old age and wasn't murdered beforehand due to the Ranch)

Here is a link list of the family trees broken down by generations, hope you all enjoy because it took a long time to get all this together for Tumblr specifically.

1st Generation of 1883

2nd Generation of 1883

3rd Generation of 1923

4th Generation of 1923

5th Generation of Yellowstone

6th Generation of Yellowstone

7th Generation of Yellowstone

[shes-a-cowboyyy-killer]

For those of you who don’t know, Cole Brings Plenty, was missing last week & they recently found his body in the woods. (the investigation is still on going but this is what I gathered/read as of today) His Uncle Moe Brings Plenty stars in Yellowstone & Cole was in Yellowstone’s prequel 1923. I hope Cole and his family gets the justice they deserve. Prayers go out to his family & all of the Missing Murder Indigenous People .🤎🪶🫶🏼

[annatartastic]

SPENCER & ALEX in 1.05 “Ghost of Zebrina” 1923.

[spenceralexdutton]

I have spent the better part of today figuring out chapter 2 of In Wildest Dreams and I am PUMPED! Starting working on it now!

[deckardsolddwelling]

[1923 - 1x6 - “One Ocean Closer to Destiny”]

[We moved: @deckardsdwelling !]

[countrymusiclover]

2 - Being A Mother In The West

Part 3

Love in the Wild West

@hcwthewestwaswcn Co author

Y/n's Pov

Y/N was sitting on the porch, holding a sleeping little girl who was named Eve as she rocked in the rocking chair while she watched the men working the ranch as she stood up when she saw a familiar face, and instantly walked down the stairs of the porch as she saw, the man that left her nearly two years ago as she held her little girl close to her and stood there as she waited for Spencer to approach her once he reached the porch.

Y/N had survived the west, and she was a mother on top of it all. Y/N had given birth to a beautiful baby girl during a harsh winter snowstorm that was particularly harsh on the ranch as she rubbed her little girl’s back as she was just waking up as she stood there while waiting patiently and silently as she wanted to see Spencer but part of her, was also angry and upset because he had left her and their daughter without any word but she knew that his Aunt Cara had constantly wrote to him begging him to come home and everything under the sun as she kissed Eve’s head gently.

Spencer’s POV

Climbing out of the wagon I felt weird being back home. Being in the war changed me more than I'd like to admit. Slinging my shotgun over my shoulder I saw Aunt Cara walking up to me clearly angry yet happy by the expression on her face. "You've got some nerve coming back here after two years, Spencer. I would have thought the first letter I sent you saying that girl was pregnant would have sent you running back here instantly!"

"I couldn't come back here after the war, aunt Cara. I - I'm not the same man." I tried to explain but she smacked my arm like I was a child.

"That doesn't matter. You consider that girl family don't you. Well she needed you and you weren't here. Instead you were gallivanting across Africa. For shame on you, Spencer!" She scolded me watching uncle Jacob ride up to us on his horse.

He tugs on the reins of the horse giving me a weak smile at least that he is happy I was home. “I’m heading into town. Spencer it’s good to see you but you better have a good explanation to that girl. She’s more a part of this family now than when she was five.” He rode off leaving me with her.

I turned my head seeing that aunt Cara was gone up to the house and it was Y/n who stood in front of me instead. She was holding an infant in her arms wearing a simple dress with some pants. Brown boots with her hair loose and a light tan cowgirl hat on her head. “You’ve got some explanation for me, Spencer!”

Y/n’s POV

Y/N held the little girl, her eyes trained on the cowboy who left her high and dry when he enlisted into the war “you left me behind, and i had to deliver our baby by myself” She says, clearly angry as she handed the little girl to Cara as a dizzy spell hits her as she grabbed the railing of the porch as she took a deep breath but she was struggling to breath before she collapsed on the ground as she had been sicker since she delivered Eve during a winter that was harsher than most as she was running a high fever as she was barely breathing as she felt Spencer catch her in his arms as she stirred and looked at him before she coughed into her elbow because she was sick and everything was hurting because she was fighting a deadly flu strain that was making her terribly sick and ill “Spence, take me to bed. I need to rest, it’s the only way that i will get better” She says, her voice hoarse and rough as she tried to breath on her own but failed miserably

Spencer’s POV

Y/n was ranting my head off right before I saw her body stumble so I rushed forward catching her bridal style in my arms. She gripped my jacket in her hands before I rushed her inside the house, not bothering to bother her with questions until she was laying in bed. "Y/n, what happened. Are you coming down with something?" She pulled the covers up to her chest rolling onto her side not saying a word for a second.

"If you hadn't left, maybe you would know!" She grumbled avoiding my gaze before her eyes fell closed and I decided to leave her to rest.

Closing the door behind me I nearly jumped in the air seeing Cara standing in the hallway holding the tiny infant in her arms giving her a bottle of milk. "She got her stubborn side from her daddy. You really messed up when you left."

"How was I supposed to know she would stay or get pregnant with my possible child? She is mine isn't she?" I asked, throwing my hands away from the sides.

Aunt Cara entered a bedroom laying the baby down right before slapping me across the cheek sternly. "You idiot boy. You know very well how children come into this world. What you seemed to forget is how to be a father like your uncle Jacob taught you!" She stomped off with me holding my burning cheek just staring at her. Closing my eyes gently I knew I needed to talk with my uncle.

Jacob's Pov

Jacob looked at his nephew, running a hand through his hair “Can you tell me what possessed you to be so dumb, knocking up that girl and leaving her here alone to raise that sweet baby girl.” He says sternly, he had raised Spencer to be an upstanding man and make sure that he took responsibility for whatever he did and whoever it was with. “You knew that she was alone, and yet you were gallivanting across africa. You need to stop doing foolish things, and get to know her and that baby. Do you understand me!” He raised his voice, he was angry and disappointed in his nephew but he also knew that Spencer was being foolish and had slept with another woman during his time in Africa. "You will make sure that her and that little girl of yours are well taken care of, especially after leaving them alone for two years!” He shouted loudly, waking Eve from her nap as he saw Y/N run out of the house with the crying girl as he ran a hand over his face.

Spencer’s POV

Walking into the barn I removed my hat not wanting to be having anymore arguments today. I felt bad about what I did to Y/n but I was called to go to the war. I couldn't just return home whenever I wanted. Footsteps approached from behind where I saw Jack dismount his horse. "You hurt her really badly. Do you know that? Everyone here had to deal with that and I realized that I care about her too."

"What do you want me to say, Jack? I'm sorry she got pregnant. I didn't think it would happen so easily and we only slept together one time." I turned around to face him holding my hat in my hands. "And if you like her, why aren't you with her now?"

He crossed his arms over his chest answering the question. "Because I found someone else that I loved much more. I am getting closer to marrying her. Plus I didn't think she would want anyone to get close to her after you."

"I'm getting out of here, Jack. I didn’t come home to be treated like this." I grumbled brushing past him until he grabbed my arm holding me back.

We locked a deep gaze as he spoke towards me. "Ain't a thing more sensitive than the heart of a gal. You did her wrong. You need to fix it or I'll make you regret it." I had never seen a side of him like this but he clearly meant business.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[alexander-and-elizabeth]

Our time here is an eye blink. It’s one exhaled breath and then we’re gone

That’s why I’m not wasting any time with you.

~Spencer and Alex: 1923, Yellowstone

[deckardsdwelling]

[1923 - 1x3 - “The War Has Come Home”]

— WDD

[i-heart-yellowstone]

Rewatching 1923, meaning my ask box is open for requests for the following characters

Spencer Dutton

Jacob Dutton

Jack Dutton

[bellarkeselection]

Creighton’s and Dutton’s Don’t Mix

Request from hardywoman99 on Wattpad, Spencer has a daughter named Elizabeth who has been seeing a boy named James who is the son of Banner Creighton. One night when Spencer gets home he finds the boy in his house and handles the situation

James and I were talking in my bedroom and had been for most of the night since we got out of school early today. I knew my dad Spencer is still out working out on the ranch so I knew we most likely wouldn’t get caught. Laughing at something James said I didn't hear footsteps coming through the house or even tell that it was my father. The bedroom door got kicked open where we both turned our heads around seeing my father Spencer standing in the doorway. "Elizabeth, what the hell is a boy doing in our house!"

"Dad! I didn't think you'd be home for a few more hours." I jumped up scared that he was actually here right now.

James scrambled to his feet, running a hand through his hair since some of it fell in front of his eyes. "Mr. Dutton, we weren't doing anything I swear just talking-"

"Shut your mouth!" My father raised his shotgun up that I didn't know was behind his back. He aimed it at his chest. "Hands in the air and get walkin out the doorway now!"

James didn’t waste time and quickly bolted through the door with my father pushing him down the stairs almost. Thankfully Jacob and Cara were out working the land so we we’re just the ones in the large cabin house. Scurring after the pair I watched him get James out the front door still aiming the firearm at him off the front porch. “Dad, we didn’t do anything except talk.” I attempted to defend him.

“Be quiet, Elizabeth! Now you better Hugh tail your ass out of here or I’ll do the same thing I did to your father Banner. Do you understand?” My father growled seeing the boy run off into the sunset distance climbing onto the horse he rode over on. Spencer turned towards me lowering the firearm in his hand but by the look on his face I knew I was in trouble now. “I thought I made this perfectly clear, Lizzie. That you aren’t supposed to have any boys over here.”

Crossing my arms over my chest I snapped back at him. “We didn’t do anything remotely close to what you and mom do almost all the time.”

“This is not about me and your mother. This is about you bringing a Creighton boy to our ranch!” My father deepened his tone of voice at me.

Rolling my eyes I didn’t understand why he didn’t like James so much. I mean the way my mother Alexandra explained their love story you would think he would want the same sort of fairy tale to happen for me. Yet he’s never given me the chance to find out if that could happen with James or not. “Why don’t you like James, dad?” I asked softly knowing he wouldn’t give me an answer that wasn’t filled with rage.

“Because his father almost killed my entire family and took our ranch from us.” His time dropped lower as he spoke but I could see anger still in his dark eyes that were now focused on me.

Dropping my gaze to the wooden floor I mumbled. “I’m sorry I didn’t know.”

“I know you didn’t, sweetheart. Because I didn’t feel like telling you all that drama that has passed before you were born. I…I don’t want him or anyone in his family bloodline to hurt you.” Spencer slowly walked towards his daughter sitting the shotgun down and without warning pulled her in for a hug.

Wrapping my arms around him I sniffled through some tears hearing footsteps coming through the living room inside. The front door creaked open where he broke the hug barley with me where we could get a glimpse of my mother Alexandra or Alex as my father called her standing there. “Spencer, what is all the noise about. It’s the middle of the night.” She questioned him brushing a hand through her curly blonde locks.

“Nothing to worry about, honey. Just gettin’ a vermon off our property.” He responded to her shifting his gaze downward to me becoming more serious in his words once more. “As for you little Missy. You are grounded and don’t you go riding any horses until I feel that you’ve served your punishment.”

I gasped drawing away from him. “Dad, are you kidding me!”

“Spencer, surely you can do something a little less dramatic.” My mother suggested but he wasn’t having it.

He pointed back towards the staircase sending me off. “Sorry Alex but there isn’t. Go upstairs now.” Stomping my foot on the ground I wouldn’t get over how much I hate that our families were at war.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[heldentenxr]

idk how to do captions sorry 😣