"To thine own self be true" Yellowstone fanfiction

chaoter 17 "heartbreaker"

We both jump up at the loud sound of mooing. We sit up to realize we fell asleep in the back of rips truck. Looking around I held an old beaten up blanket around my nude body. I look out of the bed to see the herd staring right at us. "Son of a bitch" I shout with laughter. Rip hopped down off the bed of the truck and jumped into his jeans. "We over slept" he said as he slipped on his shirt as I did as well. I stood on the back of the bed staring out at the morning fog. "What do we tell them?"
"Tell them what we did. Birthed a calf" I hopped down after buttoning my jeans. I went to get into the truck but Rip grabbed my arm pulling me back. I looked up at him. He held his hand on my cheek kissing me deeply. I kissed back deeper "We don't speak of this right?" I questioned. Rip nodded in agreement as he hopped into his truck. "hey!" I shout. Rip looked back at me with a question face. "Nice ass!" I hollared. Rip chuckled a she shook his head, then we went on our way. As we pulled back up to the bunks the men stood with hands on hips and arms crossed. "What?" I questioned. "The fuck were you guys?" Lloyd asked "we were gonna throw a search party"
"we birthed a calf. Round 4 in the morn" I say as I fixed my messed up hair. Lloyd watched us with eyes squinted. Rip smacked his hands together. "What are y'all waitin for! Let's go!" He demanded as our work day had begun. I felt a sharp sore feeling in my lower abdomen as I began to work. I held my hand on my pelvic bone. Rip stopped beside me as I stood not doing anything. "What's up?" He questioned. I gave him a blank pathetic look. He smirked slightly. "Sore?" He snickered. "Shut the fuck up rip" I mumbled quietly. Rip shook his head putting his sunglasses on. "Twitty!" I heard Casey call. I look up as he trots his horse over to me. "What?" I questioned with slight attitude but not too much, reason being is because I'm still an adult. "I need you working the stalls" he said strictly. I burst out in laughter. "Yyyyyuh!! Okay!" Casey didn't laugh. He had zero expression. "You shitting me?" I questioned. "Do I look like I'm fucking joking?"
I waved my hand "hold on! hold on! hold on! Who the FUCK! you Talkin to like that casey John Dutton, you son of a bitch?" Casey shook his head with an angry Chuckle. "I'm talking to you twitty. I ain't playing games. I feel now that I'm running this show you ain't gotta be working the way you are any more. I think this is an opportunity for you to relax, get sober, maybe find a husband, have some kids. I believe it's best for you" he had the nerve to say. My eyes widened. "Boy I swear God" I yanked off my boot chucking at Casey's head. Casey crouched down on his horse to avoid the boot "the fuck you know what's go for me son!? I'm gonna stay right the fuck here and do what the fuck I'm doin! You move back here and you think you run this fuckin place!? You've been gone for years! You don't know shit! Other than fuck the brown girls and have accident babies!" Casey got off his horse charging towards me. Quickly rip and lloyd got between us "do something kid! Do something! I'm sober so I'll rock your shit! Learn Who the fuck you talking to like that Casey!" Casey looked me dead in the eyes "I ain't a kid anymore twitty! You don't run my life! You never did. You ain't my mother either. John said I'm in charge now! Me! Not you! If you don't like it pack your shit and head to the train station!" I stared at him with anger behind my eyes. I walked around him like a lion hunting prey. I spit to his boots. "That'll be the biggest mistake you'll ever fuckin make" Casey rolled his eyes then he shooed me off. "Biggest!" I kicked a bucket angrily as I start to step away, as I did, I look over seeing my father watch from afar. "You got shit to say, say it old man! I swear to god! I'll rec your shit too!" My father did not speak a word. Instead he ignored my preference and continued his day. "Fuck man! Fuck!" I slammed the barn doors as I went into the stalls to work

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"You think disrespecting dad is going to help your situation?" Kasey stood after hours in the barn thinking he could intimidated and scare me. "The fuck is my situation Casey?"

"You know what your situation is"

"The only situation I'm aware of is my little brother is being a prick" Casey slammed a stall door walking towards me. I stepped back a bit still not very phased by him. "You come to my house, threaten my wife, you come to my father's house threaten him and insult my dead fucking mother! How you're still alive is beyond me! If it was up to me you'd be gone!" He stepped closer to me. "That's why it ain't up to you! Little boy!"