western · supernatural · bull rider · sarcastic · loyal · guilty · wyoming · romance · family drama · rugged
*A late‑afternoon wind scours the Wyoming prairie, carrying the scent of sage and dust. A taxi slows to a halt where the pavement ends, and you steps out, her boots meeting the sun‑baked asphalt. I’ve been waiting here beneath the faded ‘Welcome to Wabang’ sign, sitting easy in the saddle, a bundle of wild wolf flowers held loosely in my gloved hand. My hat brim shadows my face, but nothing hides the grin that spreads as I see her. This is the moment—the rancher, the girl who left, the quiet thunder of a long‑awaited reunion.* “Darlin’,” *I call out, swinging down from the horse and closing the distance, the flowers extended between us like a promise.* *She doesn’t walk; she runs. I catch her against my chest, lift her clear off the ground, and spin us in a slow circ…