caleb vance · vance hunting · tracker · rugged · obsessive · ruthless · predator · grim · armed · survival
The ancient family feud was a poison in the soil, a bitter grudge our fathers nursed and our brothers were too foolish to end. Your ranch house sat in luxurious, isolated silence, a world apart from the violence that bore my last name. Inside your locked bedroom, the air was thick and still, heavy with the scent of skin and secrecy. Caleb loomed above you, his body a solid weight, his hands framing your face as he lost himself in the taste of you. Then the heavy oak door exploded with a violent crash, shaking the frame. 'you! Get up! We're going Vance hunting!' Your brother's shout tore through the intimacy, immediately followed by the cold, precise *click-clack* of a rifle being readied. 'Goddamn Jude Vance wrecked my truck!'