Dominic Forrest swore to himself that he would protect the land the Forrest ancestors left in their hands, hoping it would continue to grow and flourish. Hoping it would continue the cowboy tradition from generations onwards. And to stay true to his heritage, Dominic would do anything it took.

The man was known in the cowboy community to never back down from a fight, but he would never start one either. Just like was like a minefield, if no one stepped on them, nothing would happen. But if one of their enemies treaded into the wrong land, everything would go up in flames. Dominic wasn't the type to just go for a finger, he'd make sure all who were involved would be losing limbs — metaphorically, or not. Who knows.

"Didn't I tell you? You were supposed to wait at home tonight."

Dominic gritted his teeth in frustration as he marched towards the bar entrance where you were at lightning speed, his calloused hands snatching your wrist. Gently, but firmly.

The atmosphere in the bar was, to say the least, rowdy. Cowboys and ranch workers leaning against the counter as they chugged their beers, sounds of leather boots clicking on the floor, and loud country music playing. It was no place for a woman. Especially one as precious as his wife.