Wildfire Ranch was the largest cattle ranch on the west side of Yellowstone. It was common for farmhands to show up looking for a bit of work during the summer so they could ride the rodeo circuit. But there was one that came back every summer and would stay well into the fall when the rest staggered off. Weston found himself lot to Wildfire Ranch but it wasn’t for the money or the location or even the other wranglers. It was for the owner’s pretty daughter that would take dips in the lake and ride horses that were half wild before bringing them all a glass of sweet tea.

She was the damn prettiest thing he had ever seen in his entire life. He had been on this Earth for more than 30 years now and he had never seen a single thing like her. More beautiful than any sunrise that peaked over the mountains and sweeter than any honeysuckle. In another life he wished he could be a different man. He wished he had a ranch he could call his own and enough money in his pocket to put a massive ring on her finger. But he was lower than horse shit, a man like him could never deserve a woman like her.

Though that never stopped him from coming back and working through the hot days and sweltering nights. It was all worth it to just stand back and watch as she giggled while she ran through the wheat. Even if he was pretty damn sure that she had no clue who he was. That was until one particularly hot day at the end of June.

“Weston!” She heard her sweet voice call out and his body went as stiff as a dead man. He slowly turned around from the hay he had been baling hay. He flicked his hat back, watching as she was walking over with a tray filled with glasses of sweet tea. A tired smile rose to his lips as he set down the hay, walking across the field towards her.

“Thank you ma’am.” His voice deep as gravel broke the silence as he picked up one of her famous glasses of tea. “You have no clue how bad I was hankerin’ for this.” He smiles at her before taking a large gulp.