A beam of light from the early morning sun, forced it's way through Ginni's curtains, blinding her awake.

"Jesus, I am never drinking again. "

She groaned while rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Her head was pounding against the interior of her skull, pulsing with the force of Thor's hammer. She stayed in bed waiting for her nausea to subside, before crawling from the covers. It was Tuesday and Gin had decided to get a head start with a job. Auditions were today and wasn't going to wait for the cows to come home. Gin shuffled to the bathroom, relieved herself, washed her hands and face then brushed her teeth. She pulled her dance bag from the closet and opened it to see what supplies she needed. Q-tips, baby wipes, deodorant, body spray, and Tylenol filled the space of the duffle bag. She walked to her dresser and retrieved two bikinis, one in black with hot pink trim and the other in lime green. If she got the job, she would need to pack a few lingerie sets to work in and at least two pairs of shoes. She shoved her leather thigh-high, nine-inch heel and a pair of boots that look matte purple under regular lights, but as soon as a spotlight hit them, they would reflect back in an array of colors. As soon as she had her bag packed, she made her way into the bathroom to shower and shave.

After thirty minutes, steam billowed from the bathroom door as Gin emerged from the bathroom toweling her hair dry with a t-shirt. She twisted her hair up with the fabric dropped the towel she had around her to the floor and sat at her dressing table. Turning inspiring music on her phone with Spotify, she began prepping her face with her serums and moisturizer before applying a pristine full face of makeup. Surveying her canvas Gin gracefully mapped out how she would like to do her makeup. She chose to go for a smokey grey eye, which would make her blue eyes pop and an ombre mauve lip look, making her lips look extra full.

Once she was finished with her face, sealed it with setting spray then rolled her hair into curlers and dressed in a pair of sweats. She made her way downstairs to grab a quick bite to eat and a water bottle.

"Who are you getting all dolled up for?"

Beth chirped from the island, she was working on her laptop and had a cigarette positioned between her index and middle finger.

"Hmm...?"

Gin turned towards her sister while she searched the refrigerator.

"Oh no on. Job interview."

Satisfied with finding a box of strawberries in the crisper and almond milk (Thank you, Beth) She leaned on the opposite side of the counter and began to munch on her breakfast.

"Were at?"

Beth glanced up from her computer.

Gin smirked deviously and raised her eyebrows, then bit into a strawberry.

"The Foxhole."

This caused Beth to pause, then bring her full attention to her sister.

"You're not going to retire?"

Her youngest sibling shook her head.

"Nope. I love dancing and flirting with men. I'm fresh meat around here."

Beth snorted,

"Not that fresh."

She doused her cigarette in the ashtray beside her.

"Daddy's going find out."

And then she lit another cancer stick.

"No, he won't. Gotta run, see ya later."

Gin polished off her glass of almond milk and put the strawberries back into the fridge.

"Hey! I'm meeting up with my assistant in town, you should meet up with us or lunch."

"Yeah, I'll call you after the audition and we'll go from there."

Gin then left the kitchen and made her way upstairs to finish packing her dance bag with the water bottle, then grabbed the keys to her car and left the room with her bag slinked over her shoulder. As she was stuffing the duffle bag into the back seat of the 'Stang; gravel crunching under tires grew louder as SUV was approaching the Ranch.

Shit.

It was Fish and Wildlife.

Gin knew what this meant, turning her head up, Rip was far off into the pasture heading towards the barn making his way to meet up with the Officer. She hoped it would go well. Ginni then got into the car and left for the club.

It was barely nine-thirty when the Mustang rolled into the parking lot of the club. The manager was just barely getting out of her car, getting ready to open the door. Gin got out of the car, grabbed her duffle bag from the backseat, and strolled on over to the entrance.

"Good morning."

Gin greeted.

"Huh?"

She had accidentally startled the woman, who looked up at Gin.

"Oh hello, sorry. This darn lock won't-"

She tried again with extra for, the tumbler finally gave, allowing the elder woman to enter her establishment.

"All right. Remind me your name love?"

"Ginni Dutton."

The woman paused,

"Nice to meet you Ginni. I'm assuming you're here to audition. Not an issue dear, let me get set up for the day, and we'll get you squared away."

The woman rambled while flipping on the floodlights. Gin stayed tight on her heels.

"Now, the dressing room is that way. We open at eleven thirty so the girls will filter in soon. Johnny our bouncer will be here in the next ten minutes."

"Ok."

Gin nodded her head as she listed intently.

"You'll also need your Sexual Orientation Business license. You can get that from the state building in Helena. Any questions?"

"No Ma'am."

"Oh honey, call me Rosita."

The woman smiled. Her long black hair striped with silver, swayed behind her as she turned to face Ginni.

"So, hon, how are you related to the Duttons?"

Rosita asked nonchalantly.

"Oh... uh..."

This is awkward.

"I'm John's youngest."

Very few people in Bozeman knew or even remembered Ginni ever existed, her sibling took all the thunder and lightning.

"Ahh... didn't know there were five of you. Your daddy used to come in here with the rest of the Yellowstone boys, hell, some of them still do."

The barkeep smiled while reminiscing fond memories.

"Could you possibly keep this on the down low? I can handle the wranglers, my father on the other hand, I'm not too sure I want him to know just yet."

Gin bit her bottom lip, chewing the inside as anxiety began to form in the pit of her gut.

"Not a problem dear, your business is not mine to tell."

Rosita smiled.

"Now go on into the dressing room and get ready. Any empty vanity is up for grabs, if you need me, I'll be behind the bar."

She proceeded to get behind the bar to unlock the cases that protected the booze. Taking a deep breath to gain her composure, Gin walked towards the doorway that stood behind one of the stages. The same door Rosita gestured towards. The dressing room was painted Barbie pink and slate grey. Typical for the expected strip club locker room. Choosing an empty vanity, Gin sat her duffle bag down on the counter, unzipped the bag and pulled out her boots, and sat them down on the chair. She pulled out the pink and black bikini and stripped out of her sweatpants and hoodie.

"Gin, we're ready for you."

This was it.

Genevieve felt her audition went pleasantly well, she was the only person to audition, so it was fairly quick and efficient. The song they chose was something from the late Nineties and nearly blew their aged speakers. She had danced to it before when she was in Salt Lake. It was familiar to her but not commonly played by the other dancers now that they have modern tunes. Gin dressed and packed her bag back up insuring she didn't forget anything. The other girls made their way into the musty room, prettying themselves up for their afternoon shift. They did not pay any attention to Gin, they ignored her or even just shoulder-checked her while she exited the locker room.

"Genevieve!"

Rosita called from the bar. Her voice was barely auditive above the pulsating music. The barmaid waved the dancer over; male patrons hungrily gawked at the young Dutton as she sauntered over to the bar.

"Fabulous job honey, we'd be happy to have you."

Rosita smiled while muddling an Old Fashion for one of her customers that occupied one of the weathered stools.

"You have thirty days to get your licensing, want to start tomorrow?"

"Really?!"

Ginni squealed with excitement while bouncing on the balls of her feet.

"Eleven A.M. tomorrow?"

Rosita smiled, her tanned, weathered skin crinkled around the corners of her lips, her eyes twinkling against the neon lights.

"Oh my! That's perfect, thank you!"

"Not a problem child, you're a natural. Now go on and enjoy the rest of your day."

Rosita waved off the Dutton girl with her bar towel then proceeded to polish various glasses that were perfectly lined up above her head in front of her.

"Thank you, Rosita! I'll see you tomorrow!"

Ginni waved at her new employer before exiting the club, into the bright sunlight of that gorgeous spring, Tuesday. Genevieve took that opportunity in town to go to the local salon and get her nails and toes done. She pried off her last set of Gel tips just before she arrived in Bozeman, chewing them completely off in an anxious fit while approaching her childhood home. It was time for her to feel like a pretty city girl. Happily exiting the salon with her new red-chrome manicure and walking back to her car, she spotted her sister and two other individuals entering the lounge across the street. Smiling, she sashayed across the road following the three in through the solid wood door.

"Fancy running into you here. Who are your friends?"

Gin sat next to her sister, poking Beth in the ribs.

"Oh hey, sis. Just causing a bit of chaos. This is my assistant, Jason. And... This is Vicky, Dan Jenkin's wife."

Beth pressed on that fact, while a twinkle of mischief sparkled in her clearwater eyes. She didn't know what Beth was up to, but knowing her sister, Beth was up to an evil plan and it involved Dan Jenkins.

"Ah... I see, it's nice to meet you. Madame Patirrini Martini, three olives."

She called to the young bartender, who placed a bar nap and a water glass in front of her.

"This here Vicky, is my little sister, Ginni."

What was Beth up to? Ginni heard about the neighboring property owner. Dan Jenkins was one of the main reasons her father had his men reroute the river. Knowing Bethany Dutton, she had something brewing in that clever mind and what does it have to do with Victoria Jenkins? She was a pretty blonde, and could definitely do so much better than Dan.

Three cocktails down Gin was enjoying the sight before her, Vicky and Beth's assistant had become quite cozy with each other in the matter of the hour and a half that had passed.

"Oh my god! We should take this party to my house!"

Victoria squealed in a teenage-like manner.

"Danny has a whole cellar full of wine and spirits, I'm sure we can find something!"

Mrs. Jenkins looped Jason's arm over her shoulders, dragging him out of the bar. Beth winked at her sister, dropped cash on the mahogany top ad followed the two. Ginni shook her head while walking out the door.

"You are coming Ginni?"

Victoria asked giggles escaped her throat while getting into the passenger seat of Beth's BMW. At the corner of Ginni's eye, a dark figure swept across her peripheral vision, walking into Jake's Hattery. She could recognize that form from anywhere. Grinning, an idea had hatched in the young Dutton's mind.

"No thank you, I've got another party to attend to."

Ginni waved.

"Have fun kids!"

She waved them off again, before booking it across the main street, into the local hat shop.

The small store smelled of aged leather and oak.

"Good afternoon, Ryan. How are you today?"

Jake the shop owner's voice echoed from the far left of the shop.

"Mornin' Jake. You have that order Lloyd called in for?"

Ryan's silkly voice rang through the store like music floating in a summer breeze.

"I see that old timer is making you his errand boy."

The Milliner snickered. Ginni slowly crept her way through the aisles of hats in various colors and sizes.

"Nah, Mr. Dutton had me on duty down at the commissioner's office. I figured to kill two birds with one stone."

Ryan looked even more attractive with his badge and vest encasing his broad chest. Gin wasn't the type to salivate after men in uniform, but there was something about seeing that Yellowstone wrangler dressed like a lawman. It was almost as if the gods sent him down from Mount Olympus, he was so handsome.

"I see."

Jake said with skepticism. He pulled out a white hat box and sat it on the counter. Gin veered in closer, accidentally knocking over weather sealants.

"Can I help you?"

The shop owner called to her, giving away her presence.

She had to make up an excuse and fast.

"Oh hey, just picking up some sealant."

She grabbed two canisters with her polished hands and shifted over to the counter, planting her feet next to Ryan.

"Hey good lookin'"

She smiled up at the Cattle Agent, who turned towards the familiar voice.

"Hello, beautiful. Running errands for your daddy?"

Ryan teased; his eyes glistened in the afternoon light that glowed through the shop windows.

"You're funny. I had a job interview."

"$17.38, Miss."

The clerk announced the total for Gin's items. Locking eyes with the wrangler, she pulled her credit card from her pocket and handed it to the clerk, who took it from her hand.

"Thank you, Miss... Dutton."

He swiped the card.

"I take it you two know each other?"

"He works for my dad."

Gin replied, taking her card back, entering in her pin and stuffing it back into her pocket, took the back in the other hand and smiled.

"Thank you so much."

She smiled again at the old clerk and waited for him to finish with Ryan's purchase, who paid for the had with a decently large stack of cash.

"So, what'd you get?"

Gin implored with an impish grin as she pushed the door open for the both of them, being that the hat box was rather large.

"Well, the boy and I have decided that Jimmy needed to get rid of that rat on his head, so we all pitched in with a weeks' worth for this beauty."

He patted the top of the box with his fingertips. His perfect smile radiated in the shadow of his cowboy hat.

"Jesus, that's a thirty-two-hundred-dollar hat."

She could not believe what she was hearing.

"You guys are way too nice to be working at the Yellowstone."

"Jimmy has done good, so far."

Ryan laughed, and the two walked side by side down the main street, Ryan had parked the Yellowstone truck a block away from the Hattery, so the two used that time for themselves and enjoyed the sun beating down on them. Their stroll lasted only a few minutes, but it felt like an eternity. He sat the hat on the front seat and then turned to face Gin.

"Are you going straight to the ranch?"

He asked coyly. His smirk painted an image of a devious imp grinning back at her.

"I was planning to. Why?"

"Oh nothing, I was thinking, since your old man and Rip were preoccupied, I figure, maybe we could go for a drive and take advantage of that bench seat in the back."

He waggled his eyebrows, indicating he would like to continue the adventure they originally started when she moved her belongings to the ranch.

"Oh, is that so Mr. Bohen?"

Gin blushed fiercely, looking away from the wrangler to conceal her embarrassment. He wasn't wrong. With Rip and her father busy with Fish and Wildlife, they wouldn't worry about him being gone for an hour or two.

He was in uniform though.

"Aren't you still on the clock?"

"Oh baby, I'm always on the clock."

Ryan clicked his tongue and moved the hat to the top of the center console, opening the door wider and allowing the raven-haired vixen to hop into the black aluminum tank.

Gin chuckled, placing her shoe on the step rail, and hoisted herself up, she settled her form into the passenger seat. Grinning like she had just won the lottery.

"So, cowboy, were do you plan on taking me?"

"It's a surprise, But I think you're going to like it."

Ryan turned the key to the GMC pickup, the diesel engine roared beneath them before he shifted into reverse and backed out of the parking spot.

"I like you nails; they look nice."

He noticed, how sweet.

"Thank you, thought I'd make myself a little extra girly."

She wiggled her fingers making them glint in the afternoon sun.

"Are you going to be able to ride with them being that long?'

He laughed trying to poke fun at her.

They weren't THAT long. Just larges.

"Hell, yes I can. I know I'll be able to outride you any day."

Gin couldn't help but laugh, Ryan's smile and genuine happiness radiated off the man.

"Oh honey, ride me first, then we can see if you can out-ride me on a horse."

Ryan's filthy remark caused the blood to rush to Ginni's cheeks, her hands slipped to his right knee while he continued to drive farther away from town.

After another thirty minutes, just outside of the Yellowstone ranch, on the only portion of land that was public. It wasn't part of the park, privately owned, or the reservations. Just land. They pulled up to a small lake surrounded by nothing but evergreen. It was so dense and lush that the lake was shadowed by the canopy. There wasn't a soul that disturbed the serene image. Gin indulged Ryan with a bright smile while he shuts off the engine and it silenced itself.

How'd you find this place?"

Gin opened the truck door to get out and look around, absorbing the warm spring air.

"I was living in my truck here before I started working for your dad. Just barely came to Boseman looking for work. Since this is public lands, I could camp here without the BLM bothering me."

Ryan followed the same pursuit and got out of the truck to stand next to Genevieve. The woman glowed, looking like an ethereal goddess, greeting him and granting his every wish. Ryan thought Gin was absolutely stunning. However, his vest waking to make things constricting and warm. Ripping sounds emanated from him as he pulled at the Velcro straps that held the ballistic vest in place. Once loose, a deep breath came excavated from his lungs.

"So, what brought you to Bozeman, besides work?"

"Rough childhood. I moved from Boise to here, I was just barely nineteen when I left. Spent the summer looking for permanent work, then camping here."

He sat the vest in the bed of the pickup, relieved by the twenty extra pounds it added.

"Pretty eventful life."

Gin laughed, whiling picking up the flattest rock she could find and attempting to skip it across the lake.

"Nah, it's pretty basic."

Ryan shrugged, then reached over with his right hand and grabbed ahold of Ginni's hand, forcing her to spin on her heels. He pulled her in close reaching up and cupped Ginni's chin with his left hand. He ran the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip, relishing the touch of the soft skin of her pouty lips.

"You are absolutely gorgeous, Miss Dutton."

He whispered as their eyes met, Scorching the earth around them.

"Mmm... you're too kind."

Gin stood up on her toes and kissed his cheeks.

"There is something we need to discuss before anything happens. Now that you're sober."

"You're not though."

Gin rolled her eyes at his cheek.

"That's not the point, Ryan, I don't know what you want out of this, but I don't want to lead you into a predicament that will get you hurt. If you are OK with this just being a fling for now, we can proceed." Gin stepped back and kicked a pile of rocks, that was gathered next to them.

"Ginni, if that's all you want, just say so. As long as I get to spend time with you, I'm ok with that, darlin'."

Ryan cupped her cheek again as he placed his lips softly against her. Enveloping his arms around her frame he deepened the kiss. Ryan didn't care for her terms at the moment, he just wanted her. All of her. Genevieve Dutton was going to be the bane of his existence as long as his calloused fingertips could trail the contours of her flesh. This is ethereal creature invades his dreams, seducing him like a Succubus that visited his slumber. The wrangler had no issues with women, gorgeous women; But Ginni was a goddess. Wild, mysterious, intelligent, and free spirited. In his eyes, Aphrodite could not compare to the Dutton girl's allure.

Passion exploded around them, a gasp escaped from Gin's lips as the cowboy moved his fingers to the nape of her neck deepening the kiss, Ryan tightened his grip around her, pulling Gin closer. He led her form to the rear passenger door, stumbling into each other knocking his cowboy hat into the dirt. Gin giggled while he fumbled to pull off her hoodie. Without breaking apart from each other, Ginni worked her way unbuttoning his plaid over shirt. Ryan pushed her up against the truck, trailing lightly down Gin's stomach with his tongue. Using his strong fingers to drag her jogging pants down her creamy, legs savoring the view in front of him. A sigh of bliss escaped from the woman, as he tantalized her nerves. Her body was thrumming with excitement, it felt as if electricity is sparking underneath his fingertips. Ryan's callouses made the perfect amount of friction against her skin that tiny bumps raised from his touch. Gin's natural cent invaded his nose, driving Ryan's senses absolutely berserk. Inhaling deeply, his tongue darted out, taking his time with the first lick. Gin moaned hoarsely, melting under his touch. Ryan slid his tongue from the bottom to the top, swirling, and flicking, relishing her sweet essence, before unbuckling his belt, undoing his jeans and pulling his throbbing self-free from the constricting textiles. With his face still buried in Ginni's feminine folds, he slipped his skilled index finger into her and massaged his member, insuring he was good and ready for when Genevieve Dutton begged for his cock.

"Oh fuck,"

Ginni cried out, she was reaching her first climax in several months. Ryan continued to manipulate her G-spot pushing her over the edge, over and over again. Not just for the second time, but five more before he decided it w time.

"Grab my purse."

Ginni demanded breathlessly. Ryan heedingly obliged. Ginni pulled out a condom from the coffin-shaped bag hit her hands, zipped it up and tossed it behind her, and handed the rubber to the cowboy, who's eyes beamed at her with eagerness. He took the protection from her, tore the foil with his teeth, discarded it haphazardly, then rolled the latex up his length. The condom barely reached above the middle of his shaft; he was THAT blessed. In one quick swoop, Ryan grabbed Gin's hips slid her body down, just enough for him to have the perfect angle for entry. Ryan teased her opening with the tip, moving it in circles forcing anticipation to build before thrusting his pelvis forward, pushing himself into Genevieve Dutton. Ginni cried with the sudden sensation, easing into the thrill. Sighs and moans escaped her throat as he rammed into her, filling her every inch. They continued for several minutes, pushing the woman over the edge, repeatedly. Their climax shook the both of them to their core as they released in unison.

As Ryan stepped back, his foot moved out from under him, causing both Ryan and Gin to fall back into the wet, sloppy mud that was a few feet away from where he had parked the truck. Muck splashed all over them, caking the two in thick, slimy dollops of sopping earth. Uncontrollable laughter emitted from the two, they could not help but be amused at their misfortune. They needed something to laugh about.

"Jesus Christ."

Ginni breathed with a chuckle.

She was stark naked sitting in a mud puddle. Quite the cherry on top if you'd ask her. She got the job, finally got laid, and now both her and Ryan will have to answer to one of the superior wranglers on why they looked like a couple of pigs on a hot summer day.

"Well, that was an experience."

Ryan quipped, as he pushed himself up from the puddle and he held his arm out for his new lover to grab ahold of and hoist her on her feet. He pulled the rubber off, and fastened his jeans.

"I'm sorry, I don't have anything to clean up with."

The cowboy's face contorted with concern as he used the blade of his hand to scrape the muck from Ginni's skin. The wind began to pick up, chilling Ginni's wet bare body.

"You're good."

She started to shiver.

"No. You're freezing. Here."

He pulled off his flannel, sat it to the side since it was muddy, took off his shirt balled it in his hand, and began to sop up the water and mud. The Shirt was soaked and stained brown after he was finished wiping her off. It helped, but Gin was still cold. Dried, she pulled on her warm sweatpants and hoodie, Ryan assisted her preventing any reason for her to fall or get mud on her dry clothes.

Gin smiled and kissed his cheek,

"Thank you."

"Not a problem, I feel bad about the mud, especially after..."

He grinned sheepishly. For a wrangler, Ryan was quite bashful.

"We fucked?"

Gin finished, laughing while shaking her head.

"You have no reason to apologize, Shit happens. Besides, this would make up for a hilarious story."

"Like 'Your Name' on that cute ass of yours?"

Opening the passenger door, he held out his left-hand which Gin took it and used it to steady herself while getting into the truck. Ryan reached over and flipped on all of the heater components on, he did not want her to freeze. It was his fault they fell into the puddle. Shit, it was his fault they were at the lake in the first place and he had to drive back into town to drop her off at her car, then back to the Yellowstone. It did not get much warmer than that same morning, so their damp clothes made it especially chilly. If Ryan was cold, she had to be cold.

"Hey Ry- About earlier... You know I'm not looking for a relationship right now... like..."

His face showed no expression.

"Look Gin, I totally get it."

His accent drawled heavier.

"I have a busy schedule; you do whatever you want. I get it."

"Ryan it's not like that and you know it."

Gin was mildly appalled, however the feelings were warranted.

"I'm not mad, I get it Gin."

He moved his hand from the stick shift and onto Gin's knee, squeezing with assurance. She didn't expect him to be that understanding. Ginni rehearsed this conversation over and over in her head, ever since they left the lake. They were only a few minutes away from Boseman, where she had left her Mustang to go on this little adventure.

"All right then. You're pretty cool."

Genevieve smiled up at him, the sun was setting in the west, casting a warm glow over his rugged face. He returned the smile and squoze her knee tighter. Not long after, they pulled up to her car and Ryan followed her up the mountain.

It was pitch black by the time they both pulled into the Yellowstone Ranch, past the family marque. The lovers went their separate way. Ryan to the bunk house and Gin rolled up the hill to the lodge. As soon as the vehicle was parked, she exited the car with her bag in tow. Desperately hoping for a shower. Her skin felt dry and cakey after the muddy water settled with the sweat and oils on her skin, not only that, but she was also exhausted.

"Where were you?"

A deep voice chided when she cornered the front patio. She shifted her gaze to the lit porch, allowing her eyes to adjust and fixate on her father who was reading through a stack of blue envelopes, stocked with paperwork.

"Oh...Uh...I was in town."

Gin shrugged, as she stepped onto the one hundred-year-old wooden step.

"For?"

John lifted his head to look at the demeanor of his youngest daughter. Gin felt like she was back in high school, just from the town of her father's voice.

"Job searching."

Gin Shrugged, dropped her duffle bag on the floor and leaned against the cobblestone pillar.

"How did everything go with Fish and Wildlife?"

She digressed from the topic of work, to more important things.

John scoffed,

"When it rains, it pours."

He continued to file through the stack of papers on his lap.

"What do you mean by that, dad?"

The young Dutton folded her arms, refusing to give up on getting her father to spill the beans. It must have been pretty bad. The

The patriarch laughed cynically,

"Of all things to go happen, the Ranger gets bucked off their horse and impaled by god damn fencing rebar and the only fucking witness, is Rip. Your brother has been gone. It's been a goddamn mess."

"Impaled!? Jesus, I hope they're ok."

"I need you to ride up with us tomorrow when they send up a new ranger."

He pointed his finger at his daughter, glaring at her with the demand.

"Why?"

There was no reason for her to go up there.

"Dad, I can't I have an interview first thing. Besides, I want to stay far from Sheriff Donnie."

The Sheriff and Gin had an interesting past. Not just consistently getting into some type of trouble, she also briefly dated his son.

"Fine."

He grumbled, bringing his focus back to the documents.

"What are those?"

"I'm being sued, for rerouting the river."

Well, that was expected. What exactly did her father hope would happen? Besides, pissing people off.

The whirring sound of the helicopter grew in the distance, this would indicate Rip is almost home. The chopper landed in the field, her father uses as a helipad and Rip hopped out onto the earth. He trudged towards the house, with quite a melancholy expression.

"She gonna make it?"

John asked the foreman.

"Yeah, she's tough as a mule, that one."

Rip groaned sitting in one of the log frame chairs.

"Hey, Gin."

He greeted her with a nod.

"They're sending another ranger out tomorrow. See if you can keep this one on a horse."

With that verbal jab, Rip responded with a chuckle.

"Yes, sir."

Jamie's black truck rolled up to the house stopping next to Gin's car. Ginni had no anticipation on staying to see the fireworks. Jamie was gone for two days, without uttering a word or even checking in. Her father was going to tear him to shreds. Jamie has been acting ludicrously in the last month since Gin has been home.

"Well, I can't wait to see which disappoint this is."

Both Rip and her father stood up. Gin knew it was best to go inside.

"Well... On that note, knowing I'm the favorite, I'm going to bed. Love you, Daddy."

She pecked his cheek as she went inside and John approach her brother throwing the court documents to the ground and charged the lawyer.

"Where you been!? I needed you!?"

Gin hastened her steps up to her room and shut the door behind her. She could still hear her dad and brother arguing. Shaking her head, she dropped the bag with a heavy thud, pulled out the dirty laundry, tossed it in the hamper then proceeded to pull out clean lingerie for work tomorrow from her dresser, and a clean pair of pajamas and went into the bathroom to scrub the grim from her skin.