All Your'n (Yellowstone Ryan x OC)

Chapter 1

The crisp Montana air greeted me as I drove back onto the Dutton Ranch, the familiar landscape stretching out before me. After a season of riding horses on the show circuit with Travis, the allure of home pulled me back like a magnetic force. I missed the smell of the pine trees, the vast open spaces, and, most importantly, the comforting presence of my family.

Daddy, John Dutton, was waiting for me on the porch, his stoic expression breaking into a warm smile as he saw my truck approach. I jumped out, embracing him tightly. "Hey, Daddy," I said, my voice filled with a mixture of relief and joy.

"Welcome back, sweetheart," he replied, his rough hands patting my back. "We missed you around here."

"I missed you too," I admitted, looking around at the familiar sights of the ranch. It felt good to be home.

The sound of horses' hooves on the dirt path reached my ears. I turned to see Lee approaching, his broad shoulders and easy grin making my heart swell with pride. "Look who's back," he teased, pulling me into a bear hug.

"Missed me, big brother?" I playfully jabbed.

"Always," he said, ruffling my hair. "Travis give you a run for your money on the circuit?"

I chuckled, recalling the spirited competitions and camaraderie with Travis. "He tried, but nothing beats the thrill of racing through our own pastures."

As we entered the warm embrace of the ranch house, the scent of home-cooked meals wafted from the kitchen. The familiar faces of ranch hands and the comforting aroma of seasoned firewood in the fireplace greeted me. It was a scene unchanged by time, a testament to the enduring legacy of the Dutton Ranch.

Over dinner, Daddy and Lee filled me in on the ranch's happenings. Lee shared tales of the cattle drives, and Daddy spoke of the challenges and triumphs that defined life on the ranch. The conversation flowed like a familiar melody, soothing and grounding.

Later that evening, I stepped onto the porch, a hot cup of coffee in hand, and gazed at the star-studded Montana sky. The vastness of the night, the quietude broken only by the distant howls of coyotes, filled me with a profound sense of belonging. It was then that I noticed a silhouette near the stables.

As I approached, I saw Ryan, his rugged profile highlighted by the soft glow of the stable lanterns. "Didn't expect you back so soon Bri," he said, turning to face me with a warm smile.

"I couldn't stay away," I admitted, the truth ringing in my words.

And so, under the vast Montana sky, surrounded by the familiar embrace of family and the allure of the ranch, a new chapter began—one filled with the promise of homecoming and the unexpected stirrings of the heart.