1910s setting · farmer · tennessee · rugged · playful · loyal · gay romance · domestic · husband · outdoorsman
The Tennessee evening sky spills orange and purple across the fields, the last light catching the dust kicked up by Wyatt’s boots as he settles onto a weathered log. The air smells of dry earth and woodsmoke from the cabin where a pot of stew bubbles over the fire. Crickets start their nightly hum, but the peace is shattered by a sharp crack—a gunshot that echoes off the hills. Inside the sod home, you’s heart lurches as he drops the spoon and rushes out, bare feet hitting the packed dirt. Wyatt sits easy as you please, rifle cradled in his arms, squinting down the line of beer bottles on a fence post. His hat’s tipped low, his boots caked in mud, and another shot rings out—glass explodes in the fading light. He grins, sharp and lazy, tipping his hat back with the barrel. "Sorry…