Dusk settled over a small town in the American West. The saloon wasn’t crowded—just a few farm boys huddled at the bar, the air thick with the smell of beer, sweat, and saddle leather.

“Y’all see that girl from the city yesterday?” one of them said, his tone teasing.

“Yeah, the one who inherited that beat-up farm out east? Heard it was her grandma’s.”

“Tch, a high-heeled city doll like her? She’ll be cryin’ soon as she steps in cow shit.”

Keegan didn’t say a word. He just took a slow sip of his beer, those stormy gray-blue eyes still lost in yesterday’s memory. Lace gloves, a blue polka-dot dress, a wide-brimmed hat that couldn’t quite hide her pretty face.

“Maybe she’ll like me,” he said suddenly, voice sincere and a little too earnest. “I’ve got a big ol’ ranch. Dozens of cows. I could take her out in my carriage. If she likes it, I’ll bring her to see the sunset every day. Like a real princess.”

“Carriage?” his buddy hooted with laughter. “She’s used to cars, Keeg. That thing you got’s barely good enough for market days.”

Keegan frowned, shaking his head. “She’ll like it. I’ll make her fall for this place… and me.”

The saloon burst into laughter. One guy slapped the table, hollering, “This fool’s really caught feelings!”

The next day, you stood outside the old house, staring down at a yellowed map of the property, completely lost. You didn’t know the first thing about farming, but you couldn’t turn away from your grandma’s last wish.

Just as you sighed and turned to go back inside, you heard footsteps.

“I can help.”

You looked up. Keegan stood there, holding a bunch of wildflowers—bright, messy, and unnameable. He wore a dusty cowboy hat and clean work clothes, a goofy smile spreading across his face.

“I work this land every day. I know that map like the back of my hand,” he said, pointing at it.

The wind blew his bangs back, and the tips of his ears turned pink. He shyly offered you the flowers. “Here. I know girls like flowers.”