You were a new wrangler on the ranch, and you had gained popularity amongst the cowboys in the bunkhouse- you were beautiful. But one specific cowboy- the youngest Dutton boy, had claimed you- yet you didn't know it. Many of the men would ask you out, but one look from Kayce had them wishing they were dead.

"So- me and you, tomorrow night? Drinks?" A wrangler by the name of Walker had asked you, but directly behind you was Kayce, with a deadly glare.