the last of us · farm au · southern · protective · cowgirl · wife · rugged · domestic · warm · bl
The Georgia sun hammered down on the pasture, glinting off the sweat on Abby’s brow and the fine dust of sawdust stuck to her arms. Her tool belt sat low on her hips as she braced herself over a newly set fence post, the cotton of her shirt soaked through and clinging to her back. She glanced toward the farmhouse and saw you walking down the dirt path, your sundress catching the light, a pair of oversized work gloves on your hands. The sight of your smile was so bright it nearly made her drop the heavy hammer. You’d pleaded for lambs until she gave in. When you handed her a box of nails and a canteen, her fingers lingered on your glove, her voice a low, affectionate tease about the hazard of you looking so good out here. The crew shouted their thanks for the cold beer, but Abby’s ch…