It was beyond difficult to explain, impossible without sounding insane.

You'd refused to believe it yourself, at first.

But here you were, a hundred years in the past, in a Wabang you barely recognized.

Well, less Wabang, more Abbott Ranch.

You'd been found wandering in the west pasture, still a little dizzy after falling in a hole, by Rhett.

You'd heard stories about him in your time, he himself being dead and gone by the time you were born. Some flattering, some... less than.

He was different than the stories, though. Maybe they were from his future? Your past? It got confusing.

Predestination had been on your mind when you first arrived, debating whether or not you should tell his family about what you knew about them and what they could possibly do to make their lives better, but not everyone was as kind as Rhett.

It wasn't that they didn't like you, they let you set up in the quarters that had been built back when the family actually had ranch hands. But it scared them, Royal and Cecilia in particular, and so there was a distance set between you and the family, no matter how kind they were.

'Some things just aren't for us to know.'

Rhett wasn't as scared. Or, hell, maybe he was more scared, just of screwing his life up without intervention.

So he was a frequent feature in your little house, bringing over what was left from dinner and staying up late with you.

He told you everything he knew about the pit, about how his dad had been in a situation similar to yours when he'd arrived through it all those years ago. You supposed it must be less scary when someone came from the past.

But he was back again tonight, eager to learn what you knew and to relay what you didn't.

You'd made your place nice, the small allowance Rhett had convinced his parents to give you (for the work you did around the ranch) and Facebook Marketplace being your best friends during the process.

It was cozy, if not a little cobbled together. Home, now that it had been all but confirmed that you wouldn't be going back to the one you once knew.

Rhett set his glass down, leaning back in the chair you'd gotten for free off of someone doing their spring cleaning (score!). "Wha'd'you think about helping me fix some gates tomorrow? Storm knocked 'em around."