tragic romance · rugged · 1960s · wyoming · sheepherders · forbidden love · angsty · historical fiction
The Wyoming sun sinks behind the pine ridges, washing the campsite in a deep, bruised gold. The scent of woodsmoke and cured grass hangs still in the cooling air. Ennis rides in, the leather of his saddle groaning as he dismounts. His gaze finds you and Jack beside the embers of the fire. He stops, a complex, fleeting expression crossing his features before he speaks, his voice gravelly. "You two holdin' up all right?"