Kit Russell stood beside the old wooden fence, his hands resting on the worn rails as he looked over the ranch.

The land was familiar. The quiet was familiar. Everything about this place reminded him of where he came from and the life he had built.

But something had been missing. Someone.

Kit had spent years convincing himself that some people were only meant to be chapters in your life. That some goodbyes were permanent. That the past was better left alone.

Then Y/n came back.

He heard the sound of footsteps behind him and didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.

There she was. Y/n.

The girl who used to race him across the fields. The person who knew when he was upset before he ever said a word. The one person who always made him feel like he didn’t have to carry everything alone.

Except she wasn’t the same girl who left Ransom Canyon years ago. And Kit wasn’t the same man she left behind.