- 𝙜𝙤𝙙𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 - Welcome to No Man's Land.
"you and I both know by now there ain't many good men left in this world."
In which a rodeo drifter is ready to slow down and stumbles upon the Dutton Yellowstone Ranch, looking for a place to stay. The...
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GODLESS chapter two.
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BROOKE WOUDLN'T ADMIT IT, BUT SHE was a little jealous. She stood in the round pen with a half broke colt while Rip and two of the Dutton's watched million dollar cutting horses.
She would give anything to get on the back of one of those horses. The way they could stop on a dime memorized her, the quick and subtle moments made them worth their weight in gold. She had been on a few world champion NFR horses in her time, she had friends in high places within the rodeo circuit. But reigning horses were different.
Sighed, she turned back to the colt. She had been alternating the ones she worked with, getting about three in a day at most. It was after sundown that she found time to ride her own horses.
"I didn't know we hired a whore," a blonde said, pulling a cigarette out from between her lips as her stoney eyes traced over the figure of the Hasty woman.
"Funny, whores are always the richest people in town," Brooke responded with a shrug, not sparing the woman a look, "Beth Dutton, I presume."
"You heard about me?" She smirked, "hopefully all good."
"Eh, well, most of it wasn't."
"Figures." Her smile faded as she leaned against the wooden rails, the black dress she wore hugging her curves. It swayed slightly in the breeze, giving her an air of effortless allure. Brooke sighed, a frustrated glare directed at the cigarette the woman had just flicked onto the dirt of the round pen. "What? You gonna lecture me about my bad habits?" she chuckled, her tone laced with defiance.. "What? You gonna try and lecture me on my bad habits," she chuckled.
"It was a waste of a good cig," Brooke responded, walking over to toss the rest of it out of the pen, "and a good way to make a animal sick."
"I don't give a shit about those fuckers."
Brooke scoffed, "you live on a ranch and you hate what comes with?"
"Yeah, that pretty much covers it" she muttered, pulling away from the gate and walking away. "It's okay to stare, I know I have a good ass," Brooke sighed, a reluctant smile creeping onto her face. There was something magnetic about Beth—a firecracker, no doubt.
