Completely besotted by each other, Tyler and Bonnie spend a summer by each others side. After stumbling upon each others existence at a rodeo, it was as if the pieces of a puzzle had been discovered. Yet life seemed to have other plans, and Bonnie...
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—————— 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘚𝘪𝘹 ——————
* A Few Days Later *
The sound of the door closing leaves an echo in the barn, a small breeze filtering through the cracks in the wood.
"You think this'll work?" Bonnie's voice reaches out to the new presence.
"All we can do is try, baby" her fathers gruff, tired, voice replies from behind her.
Bonnie climbs over the gate, landing on the floor as a few strands of straw kick up from her boots.
"What if it doesn't?" Her voice shakes, an uncertainty in her tone.
"Then they'll have pry my dead body from that house, I ain't going nowhere. None of us are" Chris pulls his daughter in for a hug.
The silence lingers for a few seconds, "thanks for coming, bee. Me and your momma know how much you've been loving it out there, chasing those god'damn tornados with that boy" Chris pulls away and dusts off Bonnies shoulders.
"I'll always come home... y'all are my bones, this ranch means everything to me" bonnie wipes an escaped tear away.
"Then let's go fight for it" he holds out his arm, to which bonnie smiles gratefully.
The small family find themselves making the short trip to the city hall of Beatrice, Nebraska. As they enter the building, and navigate their way through the abyss, they land themselves in the right place.
"Here goes everything..." bonnie mutters to herself as they enter the large room.
A huge, round, table full of half-assed businessmen all stand up at the sudden presence.
"We're glad you could make it, please..." one man guides them towards the end of the room and they take their seats.
The meeting drawls on, and Bonnie eventually gets to make her point. So as she stands in front of at least a dozen political hooligans, she takes a deep breath and holds up an envelope.
"Our farm isn't just a family run business, it's a legacy. You can't rip apart generations of hard work. We're a small community around here, as I'm sure you'll come to appreciate. But I've been in contact with the farmers union, and we know our rights as labourers. This isn't something you can do" bonnie slides the envelope over to the man on her right.
She grits her teeth as the anger rises from deep within, "in that letter you'll find a petition signed by over 5,000 people who live in this town and benefit from our efforts. That's enough to put a stop to your pointless bullying..." Bonnie scoffs a laugh and lily grabs her daughters hand from beside her.
