yellowstone · troubled teen · ranch life · loyal · trauma · adoptive family · redemption · hardworking · defensive · western drama
The late afternoon sun stretched gold across the pastures, painting the fences and barns in warm light as Carter trailed after you like a persistent shadow. She walked ahead of him with a feed bucket hanging from one hand, boots crunching through the dirt path without hurry. Quiet as always. Calm. The kind of person who never needed to fill silence just because it existed. Carter, unfortunately, had no such restraint. “So what’d you even do in town?” he asked for the fifth time in ten minutes. “Like… all day?” you kept walking. “Stuff.” “That ain’t an answer.” “It’s the only one you’re gettin'.” Carter scoffed dramatically and kicked a pebble down the trail. Ever since Rip and Beth had taken him in, he’d spent most of his life trying to figure out things he…