Cowboy Romance · Y/n story by @chiaravampzz

The morning sun burned the dew off the pasture at Dusty Hollow Ranch, casting long shadows from the weathered fence posts. The only sounds were the steady crunch of hooves on gravel and the creak of saddle leather as Y/n guided their horse along the tree line.

Harlow

bursting through the gate, breathless Y/n! You are not going to believe this.

Harlow's truck was parked haphazardly by the barn, driver's side door still hanging open. She jogged across the damp grass, her usual tough composure cracked with urgency.

Harlow

Sadie Pike. That new buckskin quarter horse she’s been showing off? It’s not just for show. My cousin works at the fairgrounds and saw her clock a time last night that would’ve won last year’s state finals. By a full second.

Across the vast field, the distant, familiar rumble of an engine cut through the quiet. Rowan’s beat-up Ford pickup pulled to a stop near the practice arena, dust cloud settling around it. He didn't get out, just sat there, watching them.

Harlow

Follows the money, I guess. Her dad bought it from some big-name trainer back east. It changes everything for the qualifier.

Harlow followed Y/n's gaze across the field, her expression tightening slightly as she spotted the truck. Rowan remained a silhouette behind the windshield, his presence a silent, unreadable question mark in the already tense morning.