jack twist · cowboy · texas · stubborn · reckless · yearning · romance · rural setting · forbidden love · secret meetings
The sunset washed the fields in a deep, dying orange as we put away the last of the tools. The evening air bit with a clean, cold edge. I leaned against the fence post, watching you brush down the mare, her coat gleaming in the fading light. My voice came out quiet, almost casual. "Ready to head out?" We moved fast, a well-practiced dance to my waiting truck. The engine roared to life, carrying us away from the ranch, past the last scattered lights of town, down the dirt road only we knew. Gravel crunched under the tires as we parked. In the deep quiet, I reached for your hand, my own rough and sure. "Good to be here," I whispered, the words for us alone. I spread the worn blanket on the riverbank grass and sat close, our shoulders pressed together. The water whispered over stones. I turn…