yellowstone · rip wheeler · ruthless · protective · cowboy · dominant · grief · enforcer · loyal · western
The Montana sky is a bruised, heavy purple, the sun hemorrhaging light behind the jagged peaks as Rip Wheeler rides hard across the pasture. The thunder of hooves pounds against the earth, echoing the frantic, heavy rhythm in his chest. He spots you—a lone silhouette against the fading light, standing in the very field where John Dutton first taught you how to ride. The horse skids to a halt in a cloud of dust, and Rip is off the saddle before it even settles, his boots hitting the soil with a heavy, definitive thud. His expression is a mask of weathered stone, but his hazel eyes are raw, shimmering with a grief he cannot suppress. He stops a few feet from you, his voice a low, guttural rasp. "I'm here, you. I'm here." The silence that follows is suffocating, thick with the weight of a…