Ryan set my saddle down with ease, then gave my horse a firm pat before tying him off. I dug through my saddlebags and pulled out a granola bar, unwrapping it as I glanced around at the others settling in.

"Hey, Teeter, I packed wipes if you need 'em," I called over.

She shot me a grin, stretching her legs out in front of her as she leaned back against a log beside Colby. "Might take ya up on those if I gotta piss in the woods," she chuckled.

Colby shook his head with a smirk. "Too much information, Teeter."

"Nah," she waved him off, "out here, it's just information."

"What else did you pack in those bags, baby?" Ryan quirked a brow.

"Wouldn't you like to know," I teased as I settled down on the ground in the shade.

"I think that's why he asked," Colby shot over to me.

"Keep being a dick and I'll keep all my snacks to myself," I shot back.

Ryan's arm settled effortlessly around my shoulders as he stretched out beside me. "You're sharing with me, right?"

"Of course, cowboy," I offered him a bite of my granola bar. "I share everything with you."

Ryan took the bite with a smirk, his fingers grazing mine as he pulled away. "That's my girl."

Colby scoffed. "Sickening."

"Jealous?" I teased, raising a brow.

"Not even a little," he replied, shaking his head.

Teeter chuckled, propping her hat over her face as she leaned back. "Y'all keep flirtin', I'm takin' a nap."

Ryan chuckled lowly, his fingers tracing idle patterns on my arm. "Reckon she's got the right idea."

I leaned into him, letting my head rest against his shoulder. "We should nap while we can."

"You planning on keepin' me up later?" he murmured, his voice just low enough for me to hear.

I smirked, nudging him. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

His soft chuckle against my temple sent a shiver down my spine. Yeah, we'd rest now. Later was another story.

Night had spread across the valley when I stirred awake. Something else was stirring inside me.

"Want to join me for a stroll in the woods, cowboy?"

"You need me to watch for bears while you take a piss, baby?" he asked back.

I leaned up whispering in his ear, "I want to fuck you," my eyes cut to the other cowboys mingling under the trees, "and there's too many people here."

Ryan's breath hitched just slightly, his grip tightening around my waist. His lips brushed against my temple as he murmured, "You really are somethin' else, baby."

I grinned, slipping my fingers into his and giving a tug. "Come on, before I change my mind."

"Not a chance in hell," he muttered, already on his feet, guiding me toward the tree line.

We weaved through the brush, the sounds of the camp fading behind us. The night air was crisp, carrying the scent of pine and earth. Moonlight filtered through the trees, casting silver shadows across Ryan's face as he glanced back at me.

"You sure about this?" His voice was low, rough.

I tugged him closer, pressing my body flush against his. "I was sure the second I woke up wanting you."

His hand settled at the small of my back, fingers splayed as he pulled me in. "Then I reckon we better make this quick—before someone comes lookin'."

I grinned, heart pounding. "Then stop wasting time, cowboy."

My fingers went to his belt, tugging it open with practiced ease. The button of his jeans popped, and I slowly lowered the zipper, my eyes never leaving his. He let out a soft groan when my fingers curled around him, stroking him slowly, feeling him harden in my hand.

Without a word, I dropped to my knees in front of him, the damp earth cool beneath me. My lips brushed against the tip of his cock, and I heard his sharp intake of breath. I kissed him there, softly at first, then with more urgency, my tongue darting out to taste him.

"Fuck," Ryan muttered, his hand tangling in my hair.

I hummed in response, taking him deeper into my mouth, my tongue swirling around him. His grip tightened, his hips pressing forward as I worked him, my lips and tongue dancing over his length. The sounds he made—low, guttural groans and muttered curses—sent a thrill through me, and I could feel my own arousal building.

"You're gonna make me lose my damn mind," he growled, his voice strained.

I pulled back, looking up at him through my lashes. "That's the idea," I said, my voice husky.

His eyes burned with desire, and he reached down, pulling me to my feet. His lips crashed against mine, hungry and demanding, as he kissed me deeply. My hands fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders so I could run my hands over his bare chest.

The rough bark dug into my back, but I didn't care. All I cared about was the way his body felt against mine, the way his lips moved over my skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His hands slipped under my shirt, his fingers skimming over my stomach before pulling it over my head and tossing it aside.

The cool night air kissed my skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat of his touch. His lips found my neck, pressing soft kisses and nipping at my skin. My hands gripped his shoulders, my nails digging into his flesh as he moved lower, his mouth closing over one of my nipples.

I gasped, my head falling back against the tree as he teased me, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak before sucking lightly. My hips rocked against his, seeking friction, and he groaned, his hands sliding down to grip my thighs.

"Please," I whispered, my voice shaking with need.

Ryan didn't hesitate. He lifted me easily, my legs wrapping around his waist as he turned and pressed me against the tree. His hands fumbled with the button of my jeans, pushing them down along with my underwear. He lifted me easily, my legs wrapping around his waist as he turned and pressed me against the tree. My breath came in shallow gasps as he positioned himself at my entrance.

With one swift motion, he thrust into me, burying himself to the hilt. I cried out, my nails digging into his back as he filled me completely. He stilled for a moment, his forehead pressed against mine, his breath hot on my skin.

"God, you feel good," he murmured in my ear as he let me stretch to accommodate him.

He began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, then faster, more urgent. The tree bark scratched against my back, but I barely noticed. All I could focus on was the way he felt inside me, the way his body moved against mine, the way his breath hitched every time I tightened around him.

"Ryan," I moaned louder than I intended.

"Shh, baby," he groaned, "Don't want anyone to find you like this."

His hand slipped between us, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing in tight circles. The sensation was almost too much, my body trembling as pleasure coiled deep in my stomach.

"Cum for me," he growled, his lips brushing against my ear.

It wasn't a request; it was a command. And I obeyed, my body shattering as waves of ecstasy crashed over me. Ryan groaned, his hips slamming into me one final time before he stilled, his release spilling inside me.

For a moment, we stayed like that, our bodies pressed together, our breaths mingling in the cool night air. Then Ryan leaned back, his hands cupping my face as he kissed me deeply.

"You're somethin' else, baby."

I started to respond, but the sound of twigs snapping in the distance cut me off. We froze, our eyes locking as we listened. The faint murmur of voices drifted through the trees, followed by the crunch of footsteps.

"Someone's coming," Ryan muttered, his hands tightening on my hips.

"Shit," I said as my feet touched the ground. "Where are my pants?" I found them in a pile, quickly tugging them back up over my hips. I yanked my shirt over my head, my fingers fumbling with the zipper of my jeans as the sound of footsteps grew louder.

"Ya think they're out here?" Teeter's voice called, too close for comfort.

"Let's find out," Colby replied.

I shoved my feet back in my boots and looked at Ryan, slowly buttoning up his shirt. He looked at me, "Baby, they already know why you dragged me out in the woods."

"Them knowing and them watching are two very different things," I replied.

Ryan smirked, shaking his head as he tucked himself back into his jeans. "Ain't no hiding what we were up to, baby."

I shot him a glare as I straightened my clothes. "Doesn't mean I want an audience."

The crunch of footsteps grew closer. I barely had time to smooth my hair before Teeter's silhouette came into view, her arms crossed as she leaned against a tree. Colby wasn't far behind, his expression torn between amusement and exasperation.

"Well," Teeter drawled, chewing on the inside of her cheek. "Y'all have a nice little fuck in the woods?"

Ryan snorted, but I groaned, covering my face with my hands. "Jesus, Teeter."

She shrugged. "Ain't like we didn't know what you were doin'. Just figured we'd make sure ya weren't gettin' mauled by a bear or somethin'."

Colby chuckled. "Or at least that's the excuse we're usin'."

Ryan draped an arm around my shoulders, completely unbothered. "You two got nothin' better to do?"

Teeter smirked. "Not really."

I rolled my eyes, "Well, now that you've confirmed we're alive, you can go."

Colby held up his hands in surrender. "Relax, we'll leave ya alone. Just don't be late gettin' back—the others are starting to get suspicious.."

I groaned again, and Teeter chuckled as they turned to leave.

Ryan pressed a kiss to my temple, his breath warm against my skin. "Told ya they'd know."

I sighed, shaking my head. "Just shut up and walk me back, cowboy."

Ryan laughed, taking my hand as we followed the trail back to camp.

"Have fun?" Kayce said from his seat as we made it back. His grin widened.

"Shut up," I nudged his leg with the toe of my boot, "You'd do the same thing if Monica was out here with us."

"True," he said, "but she ain't and you are so I get to tease you."

I sighed, dropping down onto a log. "Glad to know my brother is still twelve years old."

Kayce chuckled, leaning back on his elbows. "Nah, just enjoying the rare chance to give you shit. You don't make it easy."

Ryan sat down beside me, stretching his legs out. "She's just mad 'cause she got caught."

I shot him a glare. "I wouldn't have gotten caught if Teeter and Colby weren't the nosiest people in the valley."

Kayce smirked. "You act like this ain't exactly what they live for."

"Whatever. At least they didn't stick around for a play-by-play."

Ryan leaned in close, his lips brushing my ear. "You worried they missed somethin', baby?"

I elbowed him in the ribs, making him chuckle. Kayce just laughed harder.

"You two are ridiculous," I muttered, but I couldn't stop the small smile tugging at my lips.

—-

The sun peaked over the mountains, casting a soft glow on the horizon. I buried my face deeper into Ryan's chest, not ready to wake up just yet. The warmth of his body was comforting, and for a moment, I wanted to hold on to the stillness of the morning.

"Come on, baby," he groaned, his fingers combing lightly through my hair, voice still heavy with sleep. "Time to get up."

I stretched, letting the ache of my muscles remind me of the long ride ahead. As I sat up, I reached for my boots, glancing up at him. He was already lifting my saddle onto my horse. "Time to get the day started already?"

Ryan chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling as he helped me to my feet. "I'm ready to get back and have some real food." He gave me a quick smile, and I dusted the dirt off my jeans before slipping back into my chaps.

"I don't mind working for less than minimum wage," Ryan said, loading his gear onto his horse with a grimace, "but these mornings with no-coffee bullshit are pushing it."

"It's cowboy shit," Teeter called over from where she was packing her gear.

I couldn't help but grin at Ryan's expression, my hand reaching for the thermos hooked to my saddle. "It's not that bad," I teased, taking a long drink of the cold brew, the rich, sweet taste sliding down my throat.

Ryan shot me a half-wry, half-exasperated look. "You've got your fancy cold brew, don't you? You're making it worse, baby."

"I think it'll just make it taste that much better when we get down the hill, Ryan," Lloyd chimed in from the other side.

I took another sip from my thermos and looked around at the others, the sun continuing its climb in the sky. "Guess coffee really is a necessity," I said, my voice a little softer, the day ahead pressing on my shoulders.

I swung my leg over my horse, nudging him gently in the direction Dad had set up camp. As we neared, I saw my father standing, his expression tense. Emmett's horse was there, but he was still lying on the ground, his head propped up on the saddle. I blinked a few times, trying to make sense of the scene before me. It took a moment for the realization to hit me: he wasn't still asleep.

"What happened, Dad?" My voice was tentative, unsure.

Dad's gaze flickered briefly to Emmett, his face hardening, then he looked at me. "He didn't wake up," he said, his voice cracking slightly. "He just... died on the trail, like every cowboy dreams it." There was a weight to his words, an odd calm mixed with sorrow. He cleared his throat and added, "Y'all ride on ahead. Clara's calling for someone."

I swallowed hard, my throat tight. I could see the heaviness of the moment pressing on my father's shoulders, the weight of it in his eyes. I looked down at Emmett, lying there peacefully, as if he had simply fallen asleep under the stars. It was a fitting way for him to go—on the trail, where he'd lived his life, but it didn't make it any easier to accept.

I nodded silently, not trusting my voice. There was nothing more I could say. The sun was rising higher, and the day was waiting, but in that moment, the world felt still.

We pushed the cattle the rest of the way across the valley, but when the barn finally came into view, I couldn't keep riding. My hand instinctively slowed my horse, and I raised my arm to signal for the others to do the same.

"Hold up!" I shouted, urging the cowboys to ease up on the pace. The herd's movement slowed, but I kept my eyes on the barn, watching it grow closer, feeling the heaviness in my chest.

"What's wrong, baby?" Ryan's voice rang out from behind me, concern threading through his words.

I swallowed, pushing back the sadness that threatened to spill over. "We have to let my dad go first," I said, my voice tight. "Emmett's wife is waiting down there."

Ryan was quiet for a moment, but I could feel his understanding. "Got it," he said simply.

"Let's hold 'em up here," Rip's voice came through, firm but gentle.

I heard my father's horse pounding through the dirt as he pushed ahead, the urgency in his stride making my stomach tighten. There was no avoiding it. Emmett's death would be felt by everyone in the county, but the way it had happened—on the trail, in the saddle, under the open sky—meant something to the men who'd spent their lives living that way.

As my father drew closer to the barn, Rip's voice cut through the air, asking the question none of us had wanted to voice. "He just died?"

"Yeah," Dad replied,

Rip's tone low, quiet, resigned. "Ain't a bad way to go."

"None better," Dad added, his voice rough with the weight of it all. He kept his gaze forward, not stopping. "I'm gonna go find his wife and try to convince her of that."

I watched as Dad's horse galloped forward, the dust rising in a cloud behind him. The barnyard was already crowded with people from all over the county, most of them unaware of the loss that had just hit. Emmett's wife, a woman with eyes that had seen too much hardship, was standing under the canopy, her hands clasped tightly in front of her. She didn't need anyone to tell her what had happened. She knew.

As we moved the cattle forward again, slowly now, I kept my gaze locked on her. The moment my father reached her, I saw her stiffen, the way her shoulders drew up as if she could sense the grief riding in on the wind. She didn't break down—Emmett's wife was a woman who had lived her life with grit—but I could see the sorrow in her eyes even from where I was. It was the look of someone who had lost a part of themselves, a part that would never come back. I felt a weight settle on my chest. It wasn't just the loss of Emmett, it was the reminder that the trail was harsh and unforgiving. And it was a reminder that none of us knew when our time would come.

—-

The day had to move forward, no matter how heavy the weight of it all. The cattle were ushered inside the pens, the calves separated for branding, and the mamas moved to the field. We worked them in groups, methodical and efficient, but I couldn't shake the lingering feeling in my chest. The loss of Emmett hung over us all, like a shadow we couldn't outrun.

Finally, we had a moment to breathe. I sat with Ryan under the canopy, the steady hum of people and music around us, and a plate piled high with brisket, corn, and mashed potatoes in front of me. I poked at my food, the comfort of the meal lost on me, but I couldn't ignore Ryan's smile as he dug into his own plate.

"Better?" I asked, watching him with a slight tilt of my head.

"Much," he replied, grinning wide, his eyes softening when they met mine.

I smiled back, though it didn't quite reach the depth of my usual joy. The sadness of the day lingered, but his presence, his warmth, made it easier to breathe.

"You sure about that?" I asked, studying him as he took another bite, his movements relaxed.

He leaned back in his chair, plate still in hand, and raised an eyebrow at me. "Positive," he said with a teasing glint in his eyes. "But if you're gonna keep staring at me like that, I might just have to share the rest of it."

I shook my head, letting out a small laugh, but my gaze softened, my eyes catching his. The simple act of being here, of sitting with him and feeling the world slow down for just a moment, was all I needed. Even if the day had been heavy, Ryan had a way of making it feel a little lighter.

"Marry me," I said to him.

Ryan set his fork down, his gaze locking with mine, and for a brief moment, everything else disappeared. His eyes softened, the usual playful gleam replaced with something deeper, more meaningful.

"I already proposed, baby," he said, his lips curving into a smile that made my heart skip. But there was something more in his expression now, a flicker of understanding, of certainty that matched mine.

"No, I mean let's get married," I pressed, my voice steady even though the weight of the moment was starting to settle in. "Here, tomorrow. My dad's still here, and I don't know when he'll be back again. I don't want to wait any longer."

The words hung in the air between us, and for a moment, I was afraid he might hesitate. But then he just looked at me, studying me like he could see straight into my soul. "Are you sure you don't want to plan something?" he asked, his voice soft but full of love.

I nodded, my heart pounding as I reached for his hand. "I've never been more sure about anything."

His thumb brushed gently over my knuckles, and I saw the slow smile spread across his face. There was no doubt in his eyes, no hesitation. He squeezed my hand and then, as if he'd made a decision, he leaned in closer, his voice low but full of conviction.

"Then we'll do it, baby. Tomorrow. Just you and me."

And in that moment, I knew there was nothing else I needed. Not a fancy ceremony, not a long list of details to worry about. Just him. Just us. Together.

I stood up from the table, "Come on, cowboy. Dance with me and then we can go tell my father."

"I'll dance with you," he said, "Not looking forward to telling your father you want to rush into marriage with me."

"Rush?" I cocked my brow.

"I know, I just don't want him to shoot me thinking I knocked you up or something," he said.

I couldn't help but laugh at his words, the tension breaking a little as I grabbed his hand, pulling him to his feet. "You think he'd shoot you over that?"

"I'm just saying," Ryan grinned, "if I'm the one you pick to rush into marriage with, I better be on my best behavior."

I shook my head, rolling my eyes as I led him to the open space near the barn where the music was drifting. "Trust me, cowboy, he'll understand. He might be a little surprised, but he won't shoot you for wanting to marry me."

Ryan chuckled, following my lead. "You sure? I mean, I'm not exactly what most fathers envision for their daughters."

I stopped and turned to face him, eyes softening. "You're exactly what I want, Ryan. And that's what matters."

He looked down at me, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth as he pulled me close. "Alright, if you say so." His hands slid around my waist as he began to sway, his touch easy, familiar, and everything I needed in that moment.

"Now, we're just gonna dance and let everything else fall into place, alright?" I said, my voice steady, filled with certainty.

Ryan met my gaze, his hand slipping to my waist as we swayed in rhythm to the music.

"Sounds like a plan," he murmured, pulling me a little closer, his smile soft and genuine.

I scanned the crowd for a moment, my eyes landing on Walker. He was always the one to light up any gathering with his guitar, and this was no exception. "Hey, Walker!" I called out, waving my hand to catch his attention.

He turned, a grin already spreading across his face when he saw me. "What can I do for you, Alex?"

"Can you play one for us?" I nodded toward the stage where his guitar rested. Then, leaning in closer, I whispered in his ear, "Something special. Something that says 'we're doing this.'"

Walker's grin widened even further, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Sure thing, darlin'," he said, giving Ryan a friendly pat on the back. He winked at me before strolling up to the stage with that signature swagger of his.

I turned back to Ryan, the anticipation growing in the air. The crowd murmured as Walker took his spot, strumming a few warm-up chords, then raising his voice to announce, "Gonna play one for my buddy over there and his girl, who are gettin' married here tomorrow."

The crowd clapped and whooped in approval, but my focus stayed on Ryan. His hand gently squeezed mine, and I could feel the weight of his gaze on me.

Walker's fingers found their rhythm, and the first chords of the song filled the air, smooth and soft, creating an intimate bubble around us. It wasn't a loud celebration; it was something quieter, more personal—like the song was just for us.

I closed my eyes for a moment, the warmth of Ryan's body against mine grounding me. "You okay?" he asked, his voice low, just for me.

I opened my eyes to find him watching me with those deep blue eyes, the same expression I'd seen countless times—always protective, always loving. "Yeah," I whispered back, "I'm more than okay. I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be."

We swayed together, the music wrapping around us, letting the world outside fall away. For that moment, nothing else mattered. It was just the two of us, our hearts beating in sync with the rhythm, moving toward the future.

I pressed my lips to Ryan's, and he pulled me closer. My body melted into his, the world around us fading as the moment stretched on.

"I love you," I murmured, pulling away just enough to catch my breath.

Ryan grinned down at me, his eyes glinting with that familiar mischief. "I know," he replied, his voice teasing, "damned if I can figure out why."

Before I could respond, my father's voice broke through, low and steady beside me. "Tomorrow?"

I glanced at him, the seriousness of the question grounding me. "I couldn't find another reason to wait," I told him, my voice firm, but tender. "You're here. All our family and friends are here. There's not a better time."

My father studied me for a moment, his expression unreadable, before he gave a small nod. His gaze then flickered toward my sister, who was sitting on the hill with Rip, laughing at something he'd said.

"At least you gave me more than five minute's notice," he said, a dry chuckle escaping his lips. Then he cut his gaze back to me, a wry smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't wish I had a little more time to prepare."

I laughed softly, squeezing Ryan's hand. "I think everyone's ready for a good reason to celebrate," I said, glancing back to where Walker was still strumming his guitar on stage, the crowd around him enjoying the music.

"Just don't make me cry tomorrow," my dad warned, his voice softening as he looked at Ryan and me. "You both better make it last, alright?"

Ryan's hand tightened around mine. "We'll make it last," he said with unwavering certainty.

My father gave a nod of approval, his eyes softening, and then turned to walk away. His words held weight, but it was the look in his eyes that said everything. He understood. He might not have had the time to prepare for this moment, but he knew this was what we needed.

With that, we stood there, together, surrounded by the people who meant the most to us, letting everything else fade away. Tomorrow was already set in motion, and no matter what came next, I knew it was exactly where we were meant to be.

—-

It was still dark when the scent of sausage and biscuits wafted into the tent. I groaned as I felt Ryan shift beside me.

"Morning," he whispered pressing a soft kiss against my forehead. "You ready?"

I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and smiled up at him, "To be your wife?"

"That and to bring in the rest of the cattle," he smirked.

"I can't tell which you're more excited about," I said back.

He chuckled, his arms tightening around me for just a second before he let me go. "Can't a man be excited about both?"

I stretched, feeling the cool morning air creeping in through the canvas. Outside, I could hear the quiet murmur of voices, the occasional clatter of tin cups, and the low, familiar sounds of horses shifting in their ties. The day was already beginning, and soon enough, we'd be back in the saddle.

Ryan rolled onto his side, propping his head up on his hand as he watched me. "You sure you don't want a little more time? A big wedding, fancy dress, all that?"

I reached up, running my fingers through his messy hair. "This is exactly what I want," I said, voice soft but certain. "I don't need anything but you and the people we love."

He grinned, leaning down to brush his lips against mine. "You're somethin' else, you know that?"

I laughed, shoving at his chest playfully before sitting up. "Come on, cowboy. We got a long day ahead of us."

Ryan groaned, flopping back onto the bedroll. "Fine, but I'm tellin' you now—I'm counting down the hours 'til you're mine."

"You're already mine," I teased, grabbing my boots and slipping them on.

Outside, the camp was coming to life. My father stood near the fire, a steaming cup of coffee in hand, watching as the ranch hands ate and prepared for the day. He caught my eye as I stepped out of the tent, nodding slightly. No words needed to be said—he knew today was more than just another day of work.

And as much as I wanted to take my time and savor every moment, I knew that soon enough, the sun would set, and when it rose again, I'd be waking up as Ryan's wife.

"Monica said she'd have everything ready by the time we get back from the field," Dad said.

I let out a relieved sigh. "Good. Saves me a trip into town to kidnap a priest."

Dad shot me a look, his expression flat. "That's not funny, sweetheart."

I shrugged, fighting back a smirk. "It's a little funny."

Dad gave me a look—the kind that said he wasn't amused, even if the corner of his mouth twitched just slightly.

"You don't joke about kidnapping priests, Alex," he said, taking a sip of his coffee. "Last thing I need is the sheriff showing up because my daughter thought she was funny."

I smirked, crossing my arms. "I wouldn't actually kidnap one, Dad. Just… strongly persuade."

Ryan chuckled beside me, shaking his head. "I'd pay good money to see that."

"Don't encourage her," Dad muttered, though he finally let out a breath that sounded suspiciously close to a laugh. He ran a hand down his face, shaking his head before looking back at me. "Monica's got it handled, so you don't have to do anything but get through today. Think you can manage that?"

I exhaled, nodding. "Yeah, I can manage that."

I couldn't help the smile tugging at my lips as I made my way toward the chuck wagon, the scent of sizzling bacon and fresh biscuits thick in the morning air. Gator had the setup stacked high with quick-filling breakfast foods, making sure every cowboy got their share before heading back out to work.

"Here you go, Ms. Alex," he said, handing me a chilled thermos filled with my signature cold brew.

I took it with both hands, sighing happily as the cool metal met my palms. "It's not too late for you to sweep me away and marry me," I teased, tipping the thermos in a mock toast. "But your window is closing fast."

Gator chuckled, shaking his head. "Darlin', I couldn't stand between true love. Besides, I don't think your cowboy would take too kindly to me running off with his bride."

I smirked, taking a long sip of coffee. "Fair point. Ryan does get a little territorial."

"A little?" Gator scoffed, handing off a plate of food to one of the ranch hands. "That boy looks at you like you hung the damn moon. He'd probably fight me with one hand tied behind his back."

I laughed, shaking my head. "Well, let's not test that theory. He's got enough to worry about today."

Gator gave me a knowing look. "And you? You ready?"

I exhaled, looking down at the coffee in my hands before meeting his gaze again. "More than ever."

The boys filled their cups and piled their plates high, each offering Gator a word of thanks for keeping them fed before heading out to saddle up. The air was thick with the smell of coffee and bacon, mingling with the dust kicked up by boots moving across the camp.

I turned, scanning the group until my eyes landed on Teeter. "Teeter?" I called softly.

She looked up from where she was standing near the chuck wagon, already working a fresh pinch of Copenhagen between her lip and gum. "Mornin', Alex," she greeted, then spit at the ground right beside my feet.

I wrinkled my nose but smiled, stepping closer. "Will you stand up with me later?"

Teeter's chewing slowed, her eyes narrowing slightly like she wasn't sure she'd heard me right.

"Me?" she asked, pointing at her own chest. "You sure you want me up there in front of all them people?"

"Of course," I said without hesitation. "You're one of my best friends."

Teeter's face softened, and for a brief moment, I saw something unspoken pass through her expression—surprise, maybe even a little emotion. But in true Teeter fashion, she covered it up with a smirk.

"Well, hell," she said, shifting her weight. "Guess I better try 'n find somethin' clean to wear."

I grinned. "Just wait until after the ceremony to spit."

She let out a raspy chuckle. "No promises."

The sun climbed higher, casting long shadows across the valley as we pushed the herd forward. Dust swirled in the morning light, kicked up by the steady rhythm of hooves against dry earth.

"Hey, Alex," Walker's voice carried over the sounds of lowing cattle and creaking saddles.

I glanced his way, wiping sweat from my brow. "Yeah?"

"That's the third one I've seen," he said, his tone edged with something serious.

"One what?" I asked, feeling a prickle of unease.

"Stillborn buffalo calf."

I stilled, rubbing a hand over my face as the weight of his words sank in. My mind raced, running through everything I'd been taught, everything I knew about what that could mean.

"Where?" I asked, already dreading the answer.

"Just back there," he said, tipping his chin toward the edge of the pasture.

Sucking in a breath, I swung down from my saddle and moved toward the small, lifeless calf lying motionless in the grass. The stench of death clung to the air. Too far gone to test, but I didn't need a test to confirm what my gut was already screaming.

I straightened, jaw tight, and climbed back on my horse, nudging him toward the rear of the herd where my father and Rip rode side by side.

"It looks like buffalo from the park have been in this pasture," I said, keeping my voice level. "Walker found three dead bison calves—stillborn."

Rip's expression darkened. Dad's hands tightened around the reins.

Jake rode up, shaking his head. "I found two more."

I exhaled sharply, the weight of confirmation settling heavy in my chest.

"Why would that happen?" Clara asked, her brow furrowed.

"Brucellosis," I muttered, feeling the word like a rock in my throat.

She straightened in her saddle. "Cattle can get that?"

"Yes," I said grimly.

"How can you tell?" she pressed.

"We'll have to test them," I answered, though I already knew the truth. "But if even one cow has it, the state destroys the entire herd."

A heavy silence fell over us. The consequences stretched beyond just the cattle—it meant livelihoods, futures, everything we'd worked for hanging in the balance.

"All our cows have calves," Kayce said, his voice low.

Dad exhaled sharply, eyes scanning the horizon. "We're not gonna solve this on the side of a hill," he finally said. "Let's get 'em to headquarters and figure it out there."

None of us argued. We turned our horses, pressing forward, but the weight of uncertainty rode with us.

—-

"You sure you still want to do this today?" Ryan called into the barn where I was getting ready.

"Dad told me not to call it off," I called back, "So I'm not going to. So get. You're not supposed to see me before the wedding."

"I've been looking at you all day, baby," I could hear the smile in his voice.

"That's different," I called, "Now go, I'll meet you in the field in a few minutes."

Ryan chuckled from just outside the barn doors. "You sure? I could sneak in real quick—just a peek."

I rolled my eyes, adjusting the delicate lace strap on my shoulder. "If you do, I'll have Teeter drag you out by your ear."

A beat of silence. "Alright, alright," he relented with a laugh. "I'll see you in the field."

Today was the day. No matter what else had happened, no matter what challenges lay ahead, I was marrying the man I loved. And nothing—not even the weight of uncertainty pressing on the ranch—was going to change that.

I changed into a clean, pressed pair of jeans, knowing they'd be covered in dust and dirt before the day was over, but they were freshly laundered nonetheless. A new blue blouse with delicate white flowers added a touch of lightness to the moment. Monica and Laramie worked their magic, curling my hair and applying makeup, transforming me into someone who could almost pass for graceful.

"You sure you won't stand up there with me?" I asked Monica as she fixed the final touches on my hair.

"I'll be with you," she said softly, placing a hand on my shoulder, "Just from the side. Watching you live your moment."

"Thank you, for everything," I murmured, my voice thick with gratitude. She was one of the most important people in my life, and I couldn't have imagined this day without her by my side in some way.

"Sweetheart," Dad's voice called from across the barn, breaking the moment. I turned to see him leading Denim from his stall. "You ready?"

I nodded, taking a deep breath as I straightened myself. "Yeah, Dad. I'm ready."

He helped me mount Denim, his hands steady but gentle as he lifted me onto the horse, the strength in his grip a comforting reminder of how much he cared. As we walked toward the barn's opening, I took one last glance around at the preparations. Laramie and Walker walked across the barnyard, heading toward the open field where the ceremony would take place. Teeter and Colby followed closely behind them, their laughter light, as if the tension of the day hadn't quite caught up to them.

I exhaled slowly, steadying myself.

The first notes of Luke Combs' Beautiful Crazy floated through the air, carried by the soft morning breeze. My heart thudded in my chest, echoing with every beat. It felt like time had slowed to a crawl as I watched Ryan standing beside the preacher at the end of the makeshift aisle. His smile, wide and genuine, was enough to pull me forward despite the weight of everything around me. The world faded out, and all I could focus on was him.

As Dad guided Denim and me down the path, I took a steadying breath. It felt like an eternity before we finally reached Ryan. The crowd that had gathered lined the path, their faces warm with smiles and anticipation, but none of them mattered as much as the man waiting for me.

"Who gives this woman to be wed?" The officiant's voice cut through the air.

"I do," my father replied, his voice deep with emotion, as he helped me dismount. He walked me the rest of the way toward Ryan. I pressed a soft kiss to Dad's cheek, whispering, "I love you, Daddy."

He simply nodded, his eyes glistening with unshed tears, before placing my hand in Ryan's.

The officiant cleared his throat and addressed the crowd. "It's fitting that Alex arrives on horseback today," he said with a warm smile, "She's spent much of her life on horseback, and in Ryan, she has found a partner who will ride beside her. As they stand before us today, they've come to make their vows, to give their consent, and to commit their love in front of us all."

My heart thudded, louder now, as Ryan's gaze locked with mine. His eyes were steady, full of something deeper than words could convey. I felt it in my bones. This was real. This was us.

The officiant continued, "As you two stand here today, you may find that, on one level, nothing will change – you will still love each other, support each other, and continue the life you've been building. But on another level, something profound happens. Today, you aren't just a couple in love; you are two people, united by vows that will guide you through the years to come. Please, hold hands, and give your consent to one another."

Ryan's fingers, warm and strong, curled around mine. My heart fluttered.

The officiant addressed me first. "Alex, do you take Ryan to be your husband, your best friend, and the love of your life?"

I nodded, my voice steady despite the tremor in my chest, "I do."

"Ryan, do you take Alex to be your wife, your best friend, and the love of your life?"

Ryan's gaze never wavered from mine. There was a moment of pause before he responded, his voice full of conviction, "Yes, I do."

The officiant smiled at us both before continuing. "Now, we come to the vows – promises that will carry you forward in the years to come. Alex, please repeat after me."

I took a deep breath, my voice steady but full of emotion as I spoke:

"Ryan, I promise to be your wife,
From this day forward,
I promise to share my life with yours,
To love you,
To laugh with you,
And to build our dreams together
While allowing you to grow your dreams.
I promise to support you through times of trouble,
Rejoice with you in times of happiness,
And to have faith in our journey.
I promise to give you all the love I can give,
My whole life long."

Tears welled up in Ryan's eyes as he squeezed my hand. I could see the weight of his words on his face as he prepared his vows.

The officiant turned to Ryan. "Now, Ryan, please share your vows with Alex."

Ryan's voice was soft, yet full of unwavering determination. He began:

"Alex, I promise to be your husband,
To be your rock,
To be the partner you deserve,
Through every high, and every low.
I promise to laugh with you when life is good,
And to stand by you when life is tough.
I promise to always cherish you,
To hold you in my heart,
And to love you with every part of me
For as long as I live."

The words were simple, but they hit me harder than any declaration could. I could feel the depth of his love in every word.

The officiant nodded as he looked at us both, "By the vows you've shared today, you have given your consent and commitment. With the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Ryan, you may kiss your bride."

Ryan smiled, his eyes crinkling at the edges, before he cupped my face in his hands, pulling me into a kiss that sealed our promises. The world around us erupted in cheers, but all I could hear was the steady beat of my heart and the feeling of home, right here with him.

"Now that that's over with," my father smiled, a glint of pride in his eyes, "Let's get to branding the rest of these calves."

I laughed softly, the nerves that had been coiled tight inside me since the morning beginning to unravel. The tension in the air shifted, replaced by the familiar, grounding rhythm of the work I knew so well.

Ryan reached over and gave my hand a reassuring squeeze, his smile matching my father's. "What better way to start a marriage than with a little cattle branding?"

I rolled my eyes playfully. "You're lucky I love you, cowboy."

"Lucky doesn't even begin to cover it," he grinned back, his voice low and teasing.

Dad gave us both a look, his eyes soft but filled with the same strength I had always seen in him. "You two better get a move on, then. We've got a full day ahead of us."

I turned to Ryan, a shared understanding passing between us. We both knew the work wasn't over—this was just the beginning of another chapter, one where love and labor would intertwine, just as they had for generations before us.

The others were already gathering by the herd, ready to get started. The smell of fresh hay and the dust rising from the earth seemed like a welcome reminder that, no matter how much changed today, there were still things that would stay the same.

I glanced around the crowd, my eyes scanning every face, hoping Jamie had come. I'd called him, left messages, even sent a few texts. But he wasn't there. A familiar knot twisted in my stomach as I searched the sea of familiar faces, each one full of love and support—except for his.

I sucked in a breath, willing the disappointment to pass. I'd deal with my brother another day. Today, today I had a new husband. My heart fluttered at the thought, my hand instinctively reaching for Ryan's. He gave me a reassuring smile, his presence a steady comfort beside me.

I looked back at the crowd, soaking in the warmth of the people who had shown up for us—our family, our friends, the ones who had supported us through thick and thin. This was our moment, and nothing could take it away from me.

The branding irons still burned hot, and the cattle were waiting. But for now, everything else faded. I was here with Ryan, and we had made this commitment—this promise to one another—and that was all that mattered.

"Let's get to work, husband," I said with a grin, my eyes meeting his.

Ryan chuckled, the sound deep and warm. "Yes, ma'am," he said, his voice full of love and something else—something unspoken, a shared understanding that we were ready to tackle whatever came next, side by side.

And just like that, with the sun shining down on us and the weight of the world feeling lighter than ever, we stepped into the future together.