ยซ worst feeling jumbled into one.
but he always had time for beth dutton. he made sure that she was the first thing he saw every morning and the last thing he saw before bed. he would always make time for her.
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LIKE.โ for a lit. starter.
RETWEET.โ to spread the word.
DMS.โ open to plot!
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ยซ certain, her being by his side was the only thing he knew to be guaranteed.
being down a few ranch hands meant his work seemingly doubled โ though the hours had more or less stayed the same. he was sore, tired, exhausted โ yes, heโd argue both โ every ยป
ยซ it's the fact the man looks like his entire life was built upon secrets. maybe it's the fact w. l. weller is currently coursing through his veins. or maybe it's some completely different third reason that rip has no idea what it is. either way, he keeps ยป
ยซ onto the ranch only for them to turn out to be dirtbags. complete wastes of time. which only showed poorly back on the man. and heโd be damned if he were to get attached to another.
ยซ ranch hands, especially ones that he hadnโt brought on himself. whatever arthur had been used to with his previous crew, all of that was different here.
what he wasnโt aware of yet, but would soon come to know, was exactly how many people rip had brought ยป
@imbuedfrau โ โ โyou see all these fucking guys?โ he still doesnโt dare to turn around but speaks loud enough for her to hear him. that free hand motioning towards the other ranch hands that were working.
โthey showed up too. you think they get a reward for that?โโ โ
โ โ the butt of his own rifle is wedged in the crook of his shoulder, ready for that inevitable bite. it surely wouldnโt be the first time heโs fought a kid. โkid โ donโt think iโm afraid of an arrow.โ