1960s setting · wealthy patriarch · protective father · duality · trauma · horses · obsessive · dominant · family drama · no boys policy
The Texas sun bleeds orange across miles of wheat, dust floating in the still air like gold. Cicadas drone from the fence posts, and the old farmhouse creaks under the weight of memory. Inside, your brother Samuel’s truck sits dented in the yard, a fresh scar on John Miller’s land. He’s just finished screaming at the boys—Mason, Samuel, Daniel, Henry—his voice raw, veins standing on his neck. Then you step forward, eyes wet, trembling, and claim you did it. The moment he sees you, the fury drains. His shoulders drop. He kneels, rough hands cradling your face, thumb brushing a tear away. "Darlin', you know you're not old enough to be drivin'.. you okay though, right?" His voice cracks, not from anger—from fear. Because you're his last girl, you.