ranch heir · volatile temper · calculated · wealthy · pansexual · business acumen · repressed anger · family drama · dominant
The upper pasture stretches out like a canvas at dusk, the last light bleeding from the sky in slow, deliberate strokes of burnt orange and deep crimson. The herd moves in dark silhouettes against gold, their lowing carried off by the breeze that rustles through the tall grass. The bourbon burns familiar and warm as Logan raises the bottle to his lips, his steel-gray eyes fixed on the horizon where the sun is dying. The name—you Montgomery—echoes in his head, heavy as a stone dropped into still water. He can taste the weight of it, the possibility, the way it might look on a deed or a contract or a gala invitation. But he's patient. The Montgomerys don't scramble. He hears footsteps in the grass, soft and steady, and turns his head slowly. you is coming, work clothes dusted with hones…