Hell's Coming with Me

No Good Horses

No Good Horses

(This episode made no sense since the timing would have been off. It was supposed to be fall, but the Dutton's mother dies, March 30th, 1997. Montana would have been snowed in at this time. Lee's funeral flowers are also fall – sunflowers. The leaves are on the trees. And in season 2 they are winterizing. . . Yet when Jimmy receives his hat they say he's only been on the ranch for a month. I took some major liberties in this story and its timeline, stretching it.)

Ryan walked with me down to the house. He was concerned since I had a headache after hitting my head. He wanted to ensure that I would be supervised. Which is why he walked with me down from the bunkhouse. And why he advised Gator to watch over me since it didn't appear as if any of my family were awake. At the very least, walking around the house.

Daddy had someone over, the Governor, if she hadn't changed cars. I grinned to myself, hoping that Daddy was having a relationship because he wants one. I hoped this wasn't some type of scheme that he deemed it more beneficial to have the Governor share his bed for the Ranch. I knew that Daddy was lonely, especially since Mom had died twenty years ago. I thought that Daddy had feelings for Lynelle Perry, but I also knew that he wasn't likely to marry again since Mom died.

Beth would have words to say about this relationship. She was an advocate for Daddy to get laid, but she didn't seem to enjoy when Daddy continued to pay them any mind.

I didn't care that much if Daddy had relations with another woman. I wasn't stupid and knew that he But Beth would be fit to be tied at seeing this happening at Daddy's house. In Mom and Daddy's master bedroom.

"Do you have to go?" I asked, Ryan, wrapping my hands around his neck as we stood in the foyer. He grinned, pressing kisses to my lips.

"I wish I didn't," he commented, blue eyes sparkling in the morning light. I longed to just drag him up into my bedroom and make him cuddle me for the rest of today. "Rip will have my hide if I don't show up for work soon, baby. You know that."

"Tell Rip where to shove it," I murmured, playing with the hair on Ryan's neck. He shivered and gave me a calculating look. He pulled his left hand away from my hip and grabbed my wrist.

"As much as I'd like to, darlin', we both know what would happen if I said that to Rip," Ryan looked horrified at even muttering those words to the man who ran this ranch with an iron fist.

I let out a bark of laughter at the thought. There were a few possibilities. Rip might just knock him off his horse right after Ryan uttered those words and trampled him with the horse's hooves. He could string Ryan up in the woods at night, leave him for the wolves. Rip could also pack all of Ryan's stuff, throw it into the river and kick him off the ranch. I could come up with a other more macabre and morbid methods of Rip taking care of Ryan's lip.

"Fair point," I conceded after thinking them through. Ryan must have also been thinking about what Rip could do to him as he shuddered. "But I want you to stay."

"I want to stay with you, baby," Ryan murmured, kissing my neck. His coarse beard hair scratched at my delicate skin. "I would do anything to stay with you."

"Let me tell Rip you have to stay with me," Ryan grumbled into my neck.

"No," he pulled away shaking his head. "I have to get to work. Honey, this is my way of making money."

"I know," I sighed. "If only we had endless amounts of money."

"If we had endless money, I'd never let you out of my sight," Ryan smiled, eyes crinkling at the corner.