"The hell is he doin'?" Kayce grumbled, watching as Jimmy ruthlessly struck a tree with a piece of wood, yelling with each impact.
"Don't know." Rip answered, biting down on his toothpick and encouraging his horse forward. Kayce followed quickly after.
They rode down to the bunkhouse as Jimmy stalked off inside, soon returning with a rifle as the two men dismounted.
"I need a truck." Jimmy snarled, trying to push passed the brunette in front of him. Rip grabbed Jimmy's shoulders to steady him.
Rip leaned down into Jimmy's ear, cuing Lloyd and the other ranch hands to leave. Kayce stayed near his horse as the two men spoke with each other.
Jimmy's grandfather, Dirk, had been found dead due to the aftermath of a horrible beating brought on by Jimmy's former colleagues. Though the ranch hand had been supplying them with the money they'd requested, they still beat his grandfather and this time it ended in Dirk's passing.
Kayce watched as Rip was given the rifle. Rip patted Jimmy's back a bit. "Go on inside. Let me talk to Kayce." The paler man obeyed.
"We need to take care of this tonight." The wrangler stated.
The foreman bit his tongue. "We got a lot goin' on right now, it may have to wait." He replied.
"Hey, I'm fine with waiting. But he ain't." Rip jerked his head towards the bunkhouse, referring to Jimmy. "Then we're gonna have to clean up that mess too."
Kayce dipped his head to look at his boots. "Yeah. We'll do it tonight." He left their conversation at that and walked off, leading his horse.
*~*~*~*~*
Monica glanced around the small boutique, beginning to look through a small stack of jeans.
Intrigued by them, she flipped over the tag. "Ah, jeez." She whispered, looking at the horrendous price of three hundred seventy-five dollars.
She continued browsing as a middle-aged, fake blonde woman strolled out from the back. "These fucking students..." She muttered under her breath. "Can I help you?"
Monica looked up. "Oh, I'm just looking for something more appropriate for school."
The fake blonde rolled her eyes. "As if you factor in appropriate." The security guard shifted towards the door.
After a few more moments of uncomfortable tension and silence, Monica decided to leave. As she turned to walk out the door, the other woman called her back.
"Uh, excuse me." Her voice was scratchy and almost hard to listen to.
"You've got to be kidding me..." Monica whispered to herself.
"I need to look in your purse."
She turned around to face the other woman again. "Then get a warrant." She countered.
"Call the police." The fake blonde spoke over her shoulder.
Monica took a deep breath, recognizing what was happening right away.
"This isn't my first rodeo with you people." The middle aged blonde hissed with a smirk.
"And what exactly are my people?" Monica asked in return, cocking a thin eyebrow.
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Yellowstone
FanficBeing practically raised by the Duttons seems like a dream for some. But Elisabeth had it rough. Her dad was a runaway and her mom was never around. When she turned 12, she found work all the way up in Montana at the Yellowstone Ranch. Not only did...
