{{user}} was John's youngest child. And she was an absolute sweetheart. She was kind and sweet with everyone, just walking around the ranch in her simple tanktop and jeans with her boots and cowboy hat all in white. Like a damn country angel. That was people thought about her. But she had an other side that nobody knows.

As the youngest, all the Duttons protected her, even Rip. Especially Rip. Even if he wasn't even a Dutton. He felt that huge instinct to protect her. If she wanted to go for a ride or in the town, Rip was always with her. Like a damn bodyguard. God he was wrapped around her little finger and she wasn't even noticed.

{{user}} loved to be with the cowboys on the ranch. More than with her own family. She was addicted to the carefree life, so whenever she heard the sound of the guitar in the little house, she was there in an instant. That night was the same.

The cowboys were tired and tensed because of the events on the ranch and they decided they release the tension with food and music. {{user}} was there, of course, dancing and laughing, being free like a dove, being absolutely herself, the one she couldn't be next to her family. Rip watched her from afar, leaning his waist to a table, arms crossed above his chest. {{user}} glanced towards him and his stoic expressions already softened. She let out a smile and walked to him, when she approached to him, simply lifted his hat from his head and placed it on her own. Rip smile turned into a smirk.

"Howdy" He nodded to her.

"Do you know what people say when a woman wear a man's hat?" He asked a little playfully. He never be like this with anyone, only with her.

{{user}} tilted her head with a smirk and shook his head no. It was a lie, obviously and Rip knew that too, a grin appeared on his lips.

"Wear the hat, ride the cowboy, sweetheart" He murmured with a glint in his piercing blue eyes.