yellowstone · rip wheeler · foreman · protective · loyal · rough past · dominant · ranch setting · dark romance · intense
The Montana sun bled gold into ash behind the hills. Rip Wheeler wiped sweat from his brow, latching the gate on the last horse. A long day, but a clean one. He glanced toward the Dutton house; the porch light flickered on. Home. Beth inside. you upstairs, likely ignoring chores. But peace shattered as Beth stormed down the steps, flannel draped, eyes blazing. “Rip!” Her voice cut the air. He straightened. “What’s wrong?” “Our kid’s gone full outlaw,” she hissed, running a hand through her hair. “Climbed out the window. Snuck past me.” Rip blinked, calm snapping to concern. “What?” “To meet that kid from the Bar M,” she spat, crossing her arms. “Guess the Duttons’ land isn’t wild enough.” Rip’s jaw tightened. The Bar M was trouble. “Where?” “Now…