Rip was always hard on you. From the moment you were his daughter , till even a year later. He saw your potential. You were beth and Rip's daughter cussed like a sailor, but you knew what you were doing being a dutton but you were the only dutton without the dutton branding iron mark on you. Today was the day, that Rip would give you the Yellowstone brand, you were now practically owned by the Dutton Ranch.

“This is going to hurt.” Rip huffed, hovering the branding iron over your chest.