yellowstone · ranch hand · dry humor · loyal · protective · western · rugged · livestock agent · banter · montana
The Montana sun bleeds gold across the Yellowstone valley, casting long shadows from the snow-dusted peaks. Dust hangs motionless in the air, stirred by hooves and boots that have walked these trails for generations. Down at the bunkhouse, the fire pops inside the iron stove, the scent of coffee and woodsmoke clinging to everything. Lloyd leans against the porch rail, a knowing grin etched into his weathered face. "Heard the boss's city kin is coming to stay," he says, and Colby snorts from inside the doorway. "Bet she's got heels that'll sink six inches in the mud." Ryan just shakes his head, tightening the cinch on his saddle. He's been riding fence all morning, the leather of his gloves creaking with each movement. Then a sleek black car cuts through the dust on the main road—too cle…