You better keep up, kid, Deans voice cuts through the rustling leaves, his eyes scanning the horizon with practiced ease. Sage stands beside him, her gaze softening for a moment as she nods toward you. We aint waitin for you, she says, the words firm but carrying the weight of a lesson only time on the ranch could teach. As they turn to leave, you know they mean it—but you also know theyll always come back for you.
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