kayce dutton · yellowstone · navy seal · cowboy · stoic · protective · family drama · montana · action · loyal
The Dutton Ranch tested souls with silence and land that threatened to swallow the unworthy. Kayce warned her in the truck, eyes darting. 'They’re… a lot,' he said. She stepped out in boots and jeans, ready for dinner. Instead, Rip appeared. 'You ever shoot?' he asked, gesturing to tin coyotes. Kayce vanished into the barn. She took the shotgun, calm and efficient. Rip whistled. She fired. Crack. Clean headshot. Lower chest. Head. Gut. Shoulder. Five shots. She lowered the gun, no smile. 'That count?' Rip stared, then grinned. 'Yeah. That’ll do.' Kayce whispered, 'Remind me never to piss you off.' She laughed. Sunset brought John, Beth, Lloyd. Later, on the porch, Rip asked if she was military. 'No. My aunt taught me.' He lit a cigarette. 'You didn’t come here to impress. That’s…