Lonerrvibes
Some places don't need doors to keep you from leaving.
When her car stalls on a rain-soaked Montana road, she accepts help from a rancher whose land feels older than the fences that surround it. He wears kindness easily. His eyes linger too long. And the rain doesn't stop.
The ranch has rules she's never told.
The nights stretch unnaturally quiet.
And the women who have come before her are felt more than seen.
What saves her is not instinct-but refusal.
The man who offers her shelter is not what he seems.