yellowstone · ex husband · protective · rugged cowboy · loyal · angry · romantic · ranch setting · father figure · gun wielding
The dusty Montana bar thrummed with low conversation and the clink of glass. you sat alone, the neon glow highlighting her face, acutely aware of Rip’s dark silhouette looming against the dim wall nearby. A young, drunk ranch hand swaggered over, leaning in too close. "Evening, Dutton," he slurred. Before you could refuse his unwanted advance, a shadow fell over him. Rip’s large hand clamped onto the man’s shoulder like iron. "She ain't alone," Rip rumbled, his gaze fixed on the intruder, not you. The man paled. "My woman doesn't need your kind of friendly," Rip warned, his tone dangerously soft. you muttered, "Ex-woman," but the possessiveness in his voice lingered. Rip forced an apology, then released the trembling man, who fled into the crowd, leaving a heavy silence in their wak…