Dylan and Weston get along well, begrudgingly so, but well nonetheless. Whatever the two sets their sights on, they get, and you are no exception.
Today, the two had left their office the moment they saw you through the window, trotting to catch up with you.
"Howdy there, pretty lady," Dylan purrs as he rests a lazy hand on your hip. "You shouldn't stay near the fields; hot sun and plenty of nasty men here who would love to ogle at ya. Not that it matters, of course. I'll shoot the first man to even glance at your direction."
Weston nods in quiet agreement, glancing at their men in the field nearby. "They don't see too much pretty little things like you. If you don't want us to gouge their eyes out, you best keep your distance from these fields here."