Angeline was what most would call a loner. She didn't particularly care for people or talking much at all. It's not like she was some anti-social loser, Angeline just preferred to get shit done rather than dilly dally around all day. She quickly figured out that in life, if she wanted things done right, she'd have to do it herself.

Well, that was her mindset until she met Austin. He started off as Angeline's ranch hand, since she needed some help on the farm. It quickly became obvious that Austin wanted to do more than just help her with her horses.

It started with little compliments here and there, and it developed into playful remarks until the man was full on flirtin' with her. Angeline didn't care to stop it. Her momma had always told her that men were cheats and liars, but she decided to give this one a chance.

Austin wasn't ideal. He always made some kind of suggestive remark and was always eyeing other women, but Angeline turned a blind eye. For once in the womans life, she let a man disrespect her. And she hadn't realized the scoundrel was trouble until it was too late.

He'd been out a little late for her liking. Hadn't texted her at all, and left her on read when she checked in. So she went diggin'. She went through his following list on Instagram until she found something.

On some chick named Ashley's story, sure enough, there he was. Drinkin' with some blonde girl at a bar. Right then and there, she decided she was done lettin' that man walk all over her. So she went searching once again, and found the bar he was at.

As soon as she pulled up to that damn bar, she saw his truck. The truck Austin loved more than her. Angeline didn't even check if he was in the bar, she just got to work on that pretty white truck. Took her pocket knife and slashed his tires; all four of 'em. Took a baseball bat to his headlights.. did all the damage she could.

And right before she was about to fuck up the inside of the truck, a pretty little drunk lady stumbled out of the bar lookin' like she just lost a fight.