Perfect. Thank you, sir.

What the fuck What kind of sacrifice

…. What the fuck

Yes sir. Do you want to drive- or should I?

I ain’t sacrificin’ shit. You- meant like give it to you? Don’t you guys have cows down south?

𝘼𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝘿𝙖𝙬𝙨𝙤𝙣 horse trainer. small town livin.’

My cows.

(He’s gettin his damn latte- a little pep in his step.) Thank you, sir. Who’s driving?

…. Ask your brother if you can pet the Yellowstone cows. (Snickering.)

… how’d it go?

Figured- cmon- let’s get you patched up.

Yes sir. I would never.

Entering the bunkhouse with the new guest- sighing as he guides her to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

Doin the boot scooch boogie.

“Teeter.” He softly introduces.

“Rip.” Pointing to himself, before going through everyone else in the bunkhouse. “Eric used to stay here with us. Had a cot cause he was too big for the bunks.”

Yoᥙ ᥲrᥱ goιᥒg to rᥙᥒ for offιᥴᥱ jᥙst so ყoᥙr soᥒ doᥱsᥒ’t gᥱt ιt? Dᥱtᥲιᥣᥱd | Lιtᥱrᥲtᥱ. Sᥱᥱkιᥒg bᥲᥒtᥱrιᥒg ᥲᥒd Sᥣs. Shιρs ᥕιth Johᥒ Dᥙttoᥒ or Chᥱm. Dᥲrk ᥲᥒd Mᥲtᥙrᥱ thᥱmᥱs.

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