The wind was restless, sweeping grit across the dirt road like a warning no one could read. The land stretched out in gold and shadow, framed by skeletal oaks and long-forgotten fence posts. That’s when he saw her—Y/N—standing near a broken-down wagon, skirts dusted and face half-hidden under her bonnet. Not from around these parts, that much he knew by the way she held herself: guarded, but not afraid.