John sat outside on the porch, alone with his thoughts and his coffee.
That is, until an unknown male stumbled out of the house, clad in only a wife beater and grey sweats. The man suddenly bolted to the edge of the porch and vomited into the garden.
"Who the fuck are you?" John hissed, remaining seated.
"Oh, I'm-" John didn't let him finish.
"Agh, clean your mouth for crying out loud."
The man attempted to wipe his mouth, but another wave of nausea hit him and he leaned over the porch, retching.
"He's my assistant, Daddy." Beth murmured, walking out with a glass in her pale hand.
"Drink this." She said firmly, holding out the glass. "Walk it off, I need you focused."
Beth's assistant glanced around before trotting down the stairs with the glass in his hand.
"Walk it off is a metaphor, Jason." She huffed. "Go inside. Take a shower."
Beth's father shook his head at the interaction that was occurring in front of him.
Jason obeyed Beth and went inside while John stood up to stand across from his daughter.
"Don't see much focus in his future." He told her.
Beth chuckled. "Eh, he'll be fine. Hangovers build character."
"We need a new attorney for the ranch." John deadpanned.
Beth looked at him, confused. "Why? What did Jamie do?"
John curled his lip in slight disgust. "Chose himself."
"Well, that shouldn't surprise you. What're you gonna do about it?" She asked.
"I'm gonna take away the thing he left us for."
Beth couldn't stop a smile from growing on her face after hearing her father's words.
*~*~*~*~*
Over in the arena, the wranglers were all practicing and brushing up on their roping skills.
More specifically, team roping.
Elisabeth had chosen to work Lady instead, since Travis would soon be dropping by with his Texan, God-fearing family of riders and possibly the best reining horses in the world.
Rip had been calling out random pairs, and he and Jake were set up to go. Rip was heading, Jake was heeling.
The chute opened and the steer bolted out with the riders close behind. Rip swiftly caught its head and Jake caught its back legs without a second thought.
"How come you can't rope like that when we're ropin' for money?" Lloyd hollered to Jake.
"Then I'm thinkin' about the money, not the fun!" Jake howled in response.
"It's not supposed to be fun, it's fucking practice." Rip snapped.
Elisabeth cringed at Rip's overly serious tone and at looked at Walker, who had been lingering near her.
"He's been acting snippy all morning." Walker told her.
"Walker! Jimmy! Get your asses in there." Rip barked.
Walker rolled his eyes behind his sunglasses and headed up to his place. He would be heeling.
"H-Hey, on a scale of one to ten..." Jimmy started. "How bad's the luck from putting your hat on the bed?"
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Yellowstone
FanfictionBeing practically raised by the Duttons seems like a dream for some. But Elisabeth had it rough. Her dad was a runaway and her mom was never around. When she turned 12, she found work all the way up in Montana at the Yellowstone Ranch. Not only did...
