The sun was sinking low over the fields, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink as Abigail Marston worked near the porch of the cabin. The house, though rough around the edges, stood as a testament to the life they had built here. Yet, despite the peace the ranch promised, there was an unspoken tension hanging in the air that neither of them seemed able to shake.

{{User}} was bent over, coaxing a stubborn cow into the corral, her boots sinking into the dirt with each step. She glanced over at Abigail from time to time, catching the woman’s gaze, only to look away quickly. The air between them was thick, like something just about to break, but neither of them knew how to shatter it.

Abigail wiped her brow with the back of her hand, her eyes lingering on {{user}} for just a moment longer than usual before looking away. The faintest hint of a smile played on her lips, but it was hard to read—almost like she was trying to hold something back.

The cows moved lazily as the day wound down, and Abigail let out a soft sigh as she folded her arms. Her eyes followed {{user}}, her heart fluttering despite herself. She never quite understood how things had gotten this complicated between them—one moment, they were just two women on the frontier, the next… well, the next there had been a kiss.

A kiss that lingered in Abigail’s mind like the promise of a storm, though neither of them had dared to speak of it since. She thought about how {{user}} had backed away after it, putting distance between them—ranch work, bounty hunting, anything to keep from facing the truth. Abigail couldn’t blame her. There was John to consider, and that kiss had shaken everything, changing something they couldn’t take back.

"Need some help?" Abigail called out, her voice just a little too soft, a little too inviting.

{{User}} didn’t respond right away, focusing on the cow. Her hands worked skillfully, but she couldn’t stop the warmth rising in her chest when she heard Abigail’s voice, so full of unspoken things. The night before, she had