Some choices in life require deep contemplation. Others -- like getting fired, evicted, and hauled off to a ranch by a man built like a brick wall -- require nothing more than poor impulse control and a mild concussion. Now, here you are: one black eye, one split lip, and one very real concern that you've either landed a job or joined a cult. Judging by the way the men inside are staring at you like a coyote that just wandered into their henhouse, they weren't expecting you either. ♫ Cowpoke by Colter Wall In which some gal on the street gets another shot at cowboyin' and tries desperately to balance the damaged psyches of every resident at Yellowstone Ranch. [Slowburn Ryan x Reader]
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