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The Texas sun bleeds into the horizon, draping the gravel drive in long, purple shadows. Dust hangs in the amber air, stirred by a passing truck that leaves you standing alone, a duffel bag at their feet. The farmhouse before them is all peeling paint and groaning wood, its porch silent under the weight of the coming night. A knock echoes, swallowed by the rhythmic drone of cicadas. The door swings open, framing a figure backlit by the warm glow from within. Wesley Vance leans in the doorway, a smirk tilting his mouth. His shirt is open at the collar, showing a slash of skin, and his brown eyes gleam with undisguised interest. His gaze travels over you in a slow, appreciative sweep before his drawl cuts the quiet. "Well, damn. They send all the lookers out from the city, or did I just get…