Landmine - Post Malone

25

"Alright?" Austin hums in Dillon's ear while Becky chats about their evening on their way back to the ranch. "Yeah," Dillon whispers back smiling at him and then planting a kiss on his cheek.

"Thank you."

"For what, darlin'."

"For braving the big bad town with me," she says laughing softly when he rolls his eyes and pulls her closer. She feels tired all of a sudden and is thankful they are already pulling up to the trailer, but then frowns when she sees a horse standing outside Austin's trailer, a real horse and not that a four-wheeler named Horse. Where is that thing anyway?  "Old Todd..." Louis mumbles with a chuckle taking Becky's hand and walking off to their trailer after he parks the truck.  "What does he mean? Who is Todd?" Dillon asks, climbing out of the truck and walking up to the horse. She can't help running her fingers through its mane. "He is a rancher. He keeps trying to give me one of his horses. The old fool is worried. What's a cowboy with no horse?" Austin says, running his hand over the horse's snout.

"He has a point. I thought all cowboys had a horse. George is the only horse I see on this ranch. Why don't you have a horse?" Dillon asks. He grew up on a ranch and was in a rodeo, she would think he would have a horse. She would think all the men have horses, yet they all drive trucks. Oddly, Austin doesn't have one. Austin stays silent, but she doesn't push because she can see the wheels in his brain turning then his eyes flick to her. She thinks it might be a bit of a sensitive topic. "Can we go for a ride?" she asks.

"Now?"

"You got someplace to be?"

"I do. My bed."

"Help me up onto this thing," she says, growing a little nervous as she grabs the saddle. This horse is way bigger than any of those ponies she rode back in the day. Austin smirks then grabs her hips and lifts her with ease. She wasn't expecting that so she squeaks and grabs onto the saddle as Austin deposits her in one swift movement. "OK. You need to stop doing that," she snips as she adjusts herself on the saddle.

"Doin' what?"

"Just grabbing my hips and lifting me onto random surfaces."

"Alright, I will stop."

"Don't stop!"

"But you just said-"

"I know what I said Austin! Just get up here."

He smirks at her and then, just as easily as he lifted her, he hauls himself up in one smooth movement and settles in the saddle behind her. If she was standing her knees would have buckled. She wriggles around till she is facing him and wrapping her legs around his waist.
"This is not the conventional way to ride a horse, darlin'," he says with an arched eyebrow.
"No, but it is my way. Take me wherever you like, rancher," she says leaning down and pressing her lips to his chest. He chuckles softly then she looks up at him as he clicks his tongue, making the horse move forward. Austin is gorgeous all of the time, no matter what he is doing. Fixing the fence, hammering a nail, tending to his heifers, leaning on the hood of his truck while he draws lazily from a cigarette, or simply adjusting that Stetson of his. He is gorgeous when he lets loose too, or laughs from the bottom of his belly with a playful glint in his eye. But, there is something about him on the back of a horse that seems to make all that other stuff dull a little in comparison.

"You look like you were born to be on a horse."

"I was..."

"So why no horse?"

"I had a horse..."

"Want me to hide my face in your chest so you can tell me about it?"

"I don't need to be coddled. I am not a baby."