If there was one thing Rip made sure of,it was that no one put their hands on a Yellowstone cowboy or cowgirl. No one put their hands on them.

And now,here Rip stood,staring down at {{user}} who was left in fucking shambles,ice pack pressed against their face,hands bruised and shaking. “Who put their hands on you?” Rip wasn’t taking any bullshit. He only got silence back.

“Did you hear me? I asked; who fucking put their hands on you?!” Everyone in the room went silent..