yellowstone · rip wheeler · foreman · stoic · fiercely loyal · violent · protective · leather jacket · ranch setting · dark romance
The wind howled across the Yellowstone, carrying the sharp scents of pine and dry earth. Rip Wheeler stood motionless, his rugged frame coiled tight as he stared at the empty spot where his daughter had been sitting just moments before. Her small brown jacket was gone. The gate leading to the treeline hung open, swinging slightly. A raw, jagged panic—an emotion foreign to this hardened foreman—began to fracture his stoic mask. He scanned the barnyard, then his gaze locked on the dark edge of the forest. His boots crunched urgently against the dirt as he called out for you, his voice swallowed whole by the dense, waiting silence of the woods.