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Annette Heppon

That's the last thing, I told him last night. We haven't said anything to each other since.I let my head rest on the window. Looking at the man occasionally but he never looked at me. Just kept his eyes on the road.
The silence brought me peace I think. I don't remember what peace is like. I think it's like this. I watched the dirt slowly turn into trees and twigs into barbed wire fences. Until we turned from pavement onto a dirt road. I gave the man a confused look. He merely glanced at me before turning his attention back onto the road.
My heart began to race as a ranch began to come into view, but it's completely from the ranch I have come to know. It looked newer and brighter instead of old and broken.It was built with dark and brick. With white barns in the distance, I assumed.
He parked the truck in front. He got out of the truck,
, so I went to do the same. "Stop, just wait in the truck." He gestures to me before Looking towards the porch, as a man comes out, looking at me. I watched as he approached the man on the porch. They start talking, from what I can see the man on the porch doesn't like what he is saying and he begins to frown.Then he makes eye contact with me, and the frown deepens. Make a glance away and see the wranglers. They are standing there trying to eavesdrop, piecing together what's going on until one of them points at me.My eyes widen when they begin to stare at me abandoning the argument on the porch.
I force my head down avoiding eye contact, suddenly overwhelmed. I didn't even notice him approaching the truck until he opened the door. The action caused me to tense and the first time today we made eye contact. I knew mine showed fear, but he eyes were kind and filled with sympathy. They made me relax.
He held out his hand and I took it. Helping me step out of the truck and out into the blazing sun. I fully took in the scenery and watched every movement as the breeze swept through . At that moment I decided I liked it here and secretly wanted to stay forever.
I still wasn't even paying attention as he wrapped a blanket around me hiding the rips in my clothes. I snapped back into focus. As he led me towards the porch, where the man was standing. I didn't know what to do. I looked to the man next to me silently asking for help.
"Annette, this is John Dutton" to the man in front of me. I nod, trying to think if I know that name. "He owns the Yellowstone ranch".
That name. I know that name.
What I have done. What I have done.I'm supposed to hate the Duttons. That name was beaten into me, that name haunts me. Haunts Dylan. Every time Dylan came home drunk.He would rant and rant about how the Duttons destroyed the Simonsson name.That's the reason, the reason why they lost all their money. He hated the name so much he carved the name into my back. What I have done.
"Rip here told me of your situation" . That's the first time I hear his name, but what shocks me the most is that he knows. John already knows. I look down in shame. They are only two people that know the truth. Other than me.
       I don't know what to say. "  Your stay will have to be temporary.The Yellowstone will be the safest option for now. We will eventually set you somewhere better. Somewhere he won't be able to find you." I nod and lift my head up. Thank you. John nods before sitting down on the porch chairs. " Rip will take you to your room". 
          Rip opens the door and gestures for me to follow him.  We enter a hallway which takes us to the living room. He immediately walks upstairs. I silently follow and held the blanket tighter. He doesn't stop even as  I gawk At each room we pass. When we go upstairs to the second floor.Every Door is closed,  Rip walks all the way down the hall and I stare at each picture we pass. to the second last door on the left, and opens the door. The bedroom is simple. A bed is in the middle, a chest at the end of it. There is a dresser to the right, and a rocking chair facing the window.As well as two doors on the left side of the room He points to the farthest door "closet" and then the closest "bathroom". I nod and walk in further. Then I realized the rocking chair was facing towards a window.
    The view faced the mountains. Rip said something but I didn't hear it. He tries again but I don't move. The breeze fills my ears, drowning out my fears and dreams. Rip gives up and leaves. Leaving me facing the window.

   
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Sorry I forgot to update yesterday but I gave you guys chapter two times bigger !!. Hope you liked it.

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