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Vesper Caldera and Sabine Virelli have two rules at Viper Hollow Ranch: don’t touch their horses, and stay the fuck off their property. Then Bramwell and Osric Rhyder buy the ranch next door, drive straight through the western fence on their first day, and accidentally start the dumbest property war West Texas has ever witnessed. Twelve disputed acres become stolen gates, relocated fences, midnight pranks, bull-riding competitions, bar fights, screaming matches on horseback and enough sexual tension to make the entire town start taking bets. Vesper and Bram would rather eat dirt than admit their arguments are starting to sound like flirting, while Sabine and Osric are having entirely too much fun supposedly hating each other. The problem? Somewhere between GET THE FUCK OFF MY PROPERTY and why the hell are your boots under my bed?, the fence stops keeping anybody out—and four loud, tattooed, filthy-rich rodeo assholes realize trespassing might be their favorite fucking hobby.