#yellowstone 1923

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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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23. That boy he takes my breath away, I can't find the words to say

For Spencer Dutton please? 💗

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Companion piece to:

Of Dead Men & Broken Dreams - Spencer makes a relisation while stationed on the front.

Ink Stained - Spencer finally reads your letters after a near death experiance.

It’s the sound of hooves outside that lead you to pick up the gun that you keep in the bed beside you. It’s a Springfield bolt action rifle, one that was handed down to you by your daddy, just like the ranch he put in your brother’s name, knowing that James would never step foot on it.

You’ve kept it close since the shooting six months ago, since Banner tried to murder you and the Duttons in an ambush on the road. Your families have been close since they settled, Cara taking you under her wing after your father had passed away a few years ago. Their cowboys take care of your herd after your own scattered to the winds because they won’t listen to a woman, especially not after you put a carving knife through Cal’s hand for trying to coerce his way into your bed.

“There’s a madness in that one.” He’d heralded to the others as he spat on your porch, cradling his bloodied hand to his chest. “She’d rip your dick off if you tried to fuck her.”

They’d dispersed after that and you couldn’t say you were sad to see them go because the truth is you hadn’t trusted a single one of them after Donald Whitfield had come sniffing around trying to buy the land. Cal wasn’t the first in a long line of men trying to make their fortune by putting you on your back, you’re certain he won’t be the last.  

Your white cotton nightdress flutters in the cool air as you raise from the bed, snatching up the rifle. You hurtle down the wooden stairs, tearing open the door, stepping out onto the porch in bare feet. You cock the weapon, your jaw tensing as you jam the barrel against the space where the bullet infiltrated your body. Your sight adjusts to the darkness as you line up the gun with the man racing towards you on horseback. Your finger tightens on the trigger, squeezing and the gun bucks against you, your bullet sailing through his hat, knocking it clean off his head.

“That was a warning shot.” You call out as he tugs at the reins, staying his horse. “The next one goes through your skull.”

“Why don’t you put it through my heart? Lord knows I deserve it.” He says getting off his horse and tilting his head up toward you.

The moonlight catches his tanned features and the air rushes out of you because it can not be Spencer Dutton standing in front of you, it can’t be the man who promised you the world and then disappeared from it.

You don’t lower the gun as he steps towards you, instead you press it against his chest. His hand grips to barrel, guiding it higher so there’s no doubt about which organ your bullet will pierce if you pull the trigger.  

“You wanna kill me Kit, do it.” He tells you with a ferocity you feel in the depths of your soul. “I died the day I left you, you’d just be finishing the job.”

“You die, I die.” You say as you look into his eyes with a fierce look of your own. “Isn't that what we told each other before you took off to the front?”

If he’d died on that battlefield you would have followed him right into that grave, you both know it. You lower the gun and his gaze strays the scar peeking out from underneath the collar of your white night dress. He reaches out, his fingers drawing the fabric away so he can see the wound in all it’s glory.

Just half an inch lower, he thinks as he studies it. He flattens his palm against your chest, feeling the thrum of your heart underneath his fingertips.

“Do you still feel me here?” He asks, his voice raw with emotion.

“Yes.” You whisper, your hand covering his. “Every damn day.”

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The Saviors of the Dutton Ranch!

The hard headed scarred survivor hero type!

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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.

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Ink Stained: Spencer Dutton x Reader

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Spencer doesn’t come home from the war. Instead he detours to Africa to hunt in the Serengeti for five years because he’s too ruined, too broken to face the people waiting for him. The only way he feels alive is when he’s facing down death itself, in fact it’s the only way he feels anything anymore.

The night his throat is almost torn out by a leopard is the night that everything changes. He feels it’s putrid breath hot on his face, it’s claws sinking into his skin, tearing through his flesh and instead of welcoming the oblivion as he always imagined he would he fights. He fights because in his final moments his thoughts are of you, of the girl he fell in love with back in Montana.

The one he taught to shoot on Sunday afternoons, who raced with him on her horse across the pastures until they were both wild and breathless, tumbling into the grass, making love underneath the sun. The one he made a promise to by wrapping a daisy around her ring finger, one she’d still been wearing the day he left.

It’s a week later he begins to read the letters. You’d stopped sending them years ago but he still kept every single one of them, along with his Aunt Cara’s. He’s never written back, he hadn’t wanted to fill your head with the horrors he was experiencing overseas.

It takes him half the night to work through with them. He reads about your life in his absence, how you still bathe in the stream where he undressed you for the first time, how your Papi passed away so the ranch now belongs to your brother, he lives your highs, your lows and then eventually your resolution.

You let me go a long time ago, you say in your final letter, maybe it’s time for me to do the same.

His tears, they stain the ink because you’re probably married by now to one of the other men that tried to court you, a couple of babes running around your ankles.

He begins to work through Cara’s letters then, a glass of whiskey in his hand for fortification. He catches glimpses of you through the pages, your life is still inevitably entwined within The Yellowstone. His Aunt Cara thought the world of you before he left and evidently she still does.

It’s the final one that makes him pack up his things, the one that details the shooting on the way back from Bozeman.

Your Kit, it reads, she shot finer than most the men out there that day and she paid the price for it with a bullet. The doctor says it’s in God’s hands now.

His brother, his uncle, Jack and now you…

He isn’t sure his heart can endure the loss.

He books passage to the Americas the next day, sending word over the wire of his homecoming.

I’m on my way, he writes on the paperwork before handing it over to the ship’s captain. I’ll be home as soon as I can.

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Our Life-Long Path

The reader and her family live on a neighbouring ranch and the readers family and the duttons often help each other out. Reader and Spencer have always been kinda sweet on each through their years and very clearly obviously loved each other. He goes to see the reader to tell her he’s being drafted, and that’s when they “ share a night of passion “

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Curled up in front of the burning fireplace inside my family’s living room I had a good book sat on my legs. Snuggled up underneath one of the warm blankets while the cold and harsh winter winds blew outside the windows. Currently my parents were over at our friend's ranch that belonged to the Dutton’s. They were helping them get their herd to safety before the winter storm got worse.

Hearing a loud knock on the front door I jumped dropping my book onto the wooden floor not expecting anyone to be coming to see me when a harsh storm was heading for our part of Montana. The person knocked a few more times but I didn’t move from my spot till I heard a familiar deep voice call out my name. “Y/n! Y/n, it’s me Spencer.”

“What in god's name are you doing here so late. Didn’t your aunt tell you about the storm coming?” Unlocking the door once I had gotten up from the couch I allowed him inside seeing his clothes were nearly completely covered in snow.

He removed his boots knowing my mother hated tracking in snow and mud across the lodge. “I needed to see you. It’s too important than how mad my aunt will be angry with me about going out into a storm.”

“What could be so important that you’d risk your life for me in the freezing cold?” I asked my life long best friend who I knew like the back of my hand. For you see Spencer and I have been attached at the other's hip from the moment we could walk. My friends have been telling me for years that I needed to just marry and take his last name already.

He reached inside his jacket pocket revealing a letter that he extended out to me. “Read it, Y/n.”

“Spencer Dutton, the federal government has declared that your name has been drawn from the service draft and it is decided you offer your services and fight in the World War our nation faces.” Nearly dropping the paper from my hands I felt tears welling in my eyes at the thought of everything that the letter meant. This war has been long and harsh on everyone and now he could be one of the soldiers that die at its hands. “They drafted you. You - you can’t go fight.”

Spencer sent me a weak look telling me he didn’t want to go even though those weren’t the words that left his mouth. “I don’t have a choice, darling.”

“You can’t go - you can’t die before I get to tell you how I feel.” I clutched the paper in my hands, beginning to cry in front of him.

The Dutton man stared down at me closing the gap between us and crashed his lips down onto mine. I gasped, taken back by his forwardness, feeling my mind going to mush now only able to focus on how good it felt to kiss him. I truly had only ever imagined what it would feel like to kiss him, what it would be to be his wife, what it would be like to have his kids and raise them the way we have been raised on our family ranches.

Moving my hands up his chest my fingers threatened the fabric of his shirt bringing him closer. Spencer wrapped one arm around my waist, breaking the kiss and reconnecting our lips for another heated kiss until we needed air where I nearly felt like I couldn’t catch my breath.

“I love you too. I always have.” He declares meeting my gaze, resting his hands on my hips.

I giggled up at him. “You didn’t know that was what I was going to say.”

“I can tell by the way you kiss that’s how you feel.” Spencer points out with a smirk on his lips as he tugs me against his body more. “If you want me to stop right now I will. Just say the word and I will stop.”

Wrapping my arms around his neck I guided his lips down to meet mine once more. “For years I’ve attempted to push my feelings for you away, thinking you wouldn’t feel the same. But now that I know you do and I may lose you to this terrible war I don’t want to stop. I’d keep you here if I could so we can start our life together, Spencer Dutton.”

“I’d make you my wife and give you my last name right here and now if I didn’t have to go.” He rested his forehead down on mine and I sniffed through some tears before he wiped them away with his thumbs. He blinked his eyes briefly, changing his tone altogether. “To hell with that. If this is my one chance to call you mine I’m taking it.”

“Let me be yours tonight, Spencer.” I responded to him, grinning the biggest smile I ever had in my life.

I let out a yelp when he lifted me into his arms, I wrapped my arms around him and pressed my lips against his. He kissed me back passionately and he ran down the hallway to my bedroom. Kicking open the door, he walked towards the bed and dropped me down to the bed. My back hit the soft silk sheets before I rose up from the bed staring at him softly. Spencer teasingly removed his shirt crawling back onto the bed and hovered over me. My hands started to trace his bare chest, I began to run his fingers up and down his muscular chest softly while I began to feel his hand start to crawl underneath my shirt. He yanked my shirt off my head, throwing it to the ground only once breaking the kiss.

“Are you still okay with this, Y/n?” We had removed the rest of our clothes and were as close as we could be to each other but he didn’t move before asking me.

“Yes, I’m sure.” Within moments I felt the pain suddenly vanish and began to feel pleasure. I began to move against him and leaned up pressing my lips down upon his. He embraced me back instantly when my fingers dug into his back.

He ran his body over every inch of my body he could reach, both of us slick with sweat as he moved against one another, our pants and moans filling the room. “I love you, Y/n.”

“I love you too.” I whispered when we were finished and simply fell asleep in my bed holding onto the other for dear life. Unaware of how our lives would change from that night on.

Two months later

Walking into the living room of my parents lodge they were both sitting on the couch waiting for me to tell the, the news I said that I needed to share with them immediately. Clasping my hands together in front of my chest I released a heavy breath saying the words quickly rather than dragging them out. “I’m pregnant.”

“What!” My father jumped up from his spot beside my mother on the couch.

My mother slowly rose from her spot walking up to me and gently taking hold of my hands in hers. “Who’s the father? Why didn’t you tell us you were getting married to someone?”

“I’m not married to the baby’s father, mother. He was drafted for the war. It’s - Spencer is the father.”

My mother took a few steps back and removed my hands from hers with a scowl on her face. “You bear a child out of wedlock. I thought - how dare you we taught you better than this.”

“I didn’t know it was that easy to get pregnant the first time. Aunt Lana didn’t have a child until two years after you had me - gah!” Grabbing my cheek it burned from the harsh slap my father had gave me while I collapsed down onto my knees on the wooden floor.

My father shouted down at me making me start sobbing at the reaction of my parents. I didn’t think they would throw me out in such a time of need. “You are no longer my daughter. Since you’ve decided to keep that bastard I suggest you go to your new family cause I won’t have you and that baby under my roof!”

“Daddy. Mama please!” I begged them but neither of them lost the disappointing looks on their faces.

My mother crossed her arms over her chest and stomped up the stairs telling me I should go silently. Gathering my things I grabbed my horse from the barn and made the journey across the small valley to the Dutton ranch. Making my way up the stairs I knocked on the door lightly crying as I saw Cara Dutton open the door and greet me. “Y/n - oh dear come inside. What ails you child?”

“My parents have disowned me. I didn’t - I didn’t know where else to go but here.” I sniffed stepping through the front door with my suitcase.

She brushed hair out of my eyes asking calmly. “Why would they disown you, child?”

“I’m pregnant.” She didn’t say a word already knowing who it could be and immediately helped me set up a room in the house.

Exiting the barn I heard someone running over to me and I was nearly tackled to the dirt by a familiar bundle of dark brown hair and a sweet giggle that could only belong to my three year old daughter Helen Dutton. “Ohhh careful little lady. I ain’t as quick reflective as you are anymore.”

“There’s a stranger coming over here and he has a woman with him. I don’t know who he is, mama.” She explained to me with fear in her voice where I scooped her up in my arms.

Kissing her forehead I walked us over to the end of the barn but sharply halted in my tracks coming face to face with someone I hadn’t seen in years. “Spencer!”

“Y/n, what are you doing here?” He asked me while I eyed him up and down seeing a blonde woman hanging on his arm that I didn’t recognize.

Helen tugged on my shirt nuzzling her head into my neck trying to hide from the man. “Mama, who is he?”

“Spencer, I - I thought you were never coming back here. Who - who is the blonde with you?” Blinking my eyes I felt so many emotions running through my mind. I wanted to run into his arms and tell him that he had a daughter since he clearly didn’t know. But I also wanted to kick his ass for bringing another woman home when he said that he loved me.

The blonde separated herself from my childhood lover and extended her hand introducing herself. “I’m Alexander, his fiancé and you are?” Shifting my gaze over to Spencer I glared at him, unsure of what to say to him next.

Did he deserve to know he had a daughter with me now or not?

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

— WDD

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MICHELLE RANDOLPH

for Marie Claire Greece

📸: Jonny Marlow

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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.

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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!