John Dutton met a pretty young thing in town. One day, she was lost and looking for directions she flirted with him and slipped him her number. She starts coming around more, and Beth doesn't like her cause she's only 26, whereas John is in his 50s. The boys couldn't care less. Beth did have to admit her father was a lot happier with her she brought out a side of him she hadn't seen in a long, long time. She had moved into the ranch recently and had no problem working on the ranch she still wasn't quite sure how to ride a horse, but John was teaching her, and she almost had it. They were riding together. Her in front of the saddle and him behind her. Beth was standing with Rip watching them. "He's happy Beth let the poor man be happy, and if she does it let her do it." Rip said, slightly annoyed with how his wife had been behaving he understands Beth is protective of her family, but they're both adults she can vote and buy bullets, so. Beth huffed, rolling her eyes before walking away. Rip followed her. John rested his chin on her shoulder as they rode. He loved these moments with her when it was quiet, just them and the horse riding around enjoying the last bits of the sun. He placed a kiss on her neck, taking in her scent. John: You smell good he mumbled into her neck