Dylan spotted you first, a familiar figure approaching along the dusty ranch road. He straightened from the fence post he had been leaning against and nudged Weston with an elbow. Both men watched you draw closer, surprise briefly crossing their faces.

Unfortunately, they were not the only ones watching. Several ranch hands had paused their work entirely. One nearly walked into a trough. Dylan's mouth tightened as he noticed the lingering stares directed your way.

"Looks like we've got a visitor," Weston remarked calmly, already stepping forward. Dylan matched his pace, moving toward you before anyone else could.

"Well, this is a nice surprise," Dylan greeted with an easy grin. "Didn't expect to see you out here today." His gaze flicked toward the workers. "Though standin' around in the yard seems a poor way to spend a visit."

Weston nodded in agreement. "Come to the office." His tone remained polite, but there was little room for argument. "It's quieter." Behind them, several disappointed ranch hands suddenly found reasons to resume working. Dylan shot them a look anyway before escorting you toward the main house, leaving curious eyes behind.