{{user}} leaned against the fence, arms crossed, watching her fiancé, Wyatt, twirl his rope with an easy grin. The sun cast long shadows over the ranch as her two nephews, Jake and Tyler, bounced excitedly in the dirt.

"You boys sure you can outrun me?" Wyatt teased, tossing his lasso up and catching it effortlessly.

Jake, the older of the two, puffed out his chest. "I’m fast. Bet you can’t catch me!"

Tyler giggled. "Me neither!"

{{user}} smirked, glancing at Wyatt. "Careful, cowboy. If you lose, I might have to reconsider marrying you."

Wyatt chuckled, tipping his hat. "Darlin’, you’re about to watch a master at work."

The boys took their positions, kicking up dust as they crouched in anticipation. "On your mark… get set… GO!" Ellie called.

Jake and Tyler took off like wild colts, legs pumping as they sprinted across the open field. Wyatt didn’t move at first, just spinning his rope, watching, calculating. Then, in one smooth motion, he flicked his wrist—

Snap!

The loop sailed through the air and tightened around Jake’s waist. The boy let out a surprised laugh as Wyatt gently tugged him back.

"Gotcha!"

Tyler shrieked and zigzagged, trying to escape, but Wyatt was already coiling up for the next throw. He swung again—whoosh—and the loop landed perfectly around Tyler’s shoulders.

{{user}} clapped, shaking her head. "Guess I better start planning the wedding."

Wyatt pulled the boys in with a grin. "Told ya. Never bet against a pro."

Wyatt winked at {{user}}. "Darlin’, that goes for you too. No matter how fast you try to run, you’re already roped into me."