In the rugged landscapes of Montana, the Dutton legacy endures, not just in the sprawling ranches and vast plains but in the fiery spirit of Beth Dutton and her daughter, Spencer Hope, but everyone affectionately calls her "Penny". As Beth imparts t...
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The morning sun painted the lodge's dining room in a golden hue, casting a warm embrace over the scene. Beth, immersed in the glow of her laptop, occupied a seat at the dining table. Beside her, Spencer indulged in breakfast, her tousled bedhead a testament to the spirited chaos of the morning routine.
Taking a momentary break from work, Beth cast an amused glance at Spencer. "Penny for your thoughts?"
Grinning mischievously, Spencer, with her mouth half full of cereal, responded, "Well, Mama, I was thinkin'... maybe I shouldn't go to school today."
Beth arched an eyebrow in playful skepticism. "Oh, really? And why's that?"
Leaning in, Spencer declared, "I wanna stay here on the ranch and help Daddy and the wranglers. They need me."
Beth chuckled, her eyes narrowing playfully. "Give it some time, Penny. You only have to go to school for a few more weeks."
"Then I can homeschool and cowgirl at the same time?" Spencer's mischievous grin widened. Beth couldn't suppress her laughter at Spencer's earnestness. "Yes, that's right, baby." With a swift motion, she playfully tickled Spencer's sides, prompting a burst of laughter that filled the dining room with the joyous sounds of their morning routine.
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As the atmosphere lightened, Jamie made his entrance into the room, impeccably dressed in a suit. Seizing the opportunity, Spencer excused herself to put her bowl away in the kitchen. Beth took advantage of the moment, planting a quick kiss on Spencer's cheek. As Spencer departed, her cheerful voice rang out, "Morning, Uncle Jamie!"
Jamie, nodding in acknowledgment, greeted, "Morning, Spence."
Once Spencer left the room, Beth turned her attention to her brother with a playful quip. "Going to a funeral, Jamie?" She arched an eyebrow, a teasing smile playing on her lips.
"Um, Helena. Got work to do," Jamie replied.
"Mm. Won't work Saturdays for us, but you're sure working for yourself," Beth remarked, teasingly.
"Enough of this shit," Jamie retorted, clearly tired of the banter.
"Uh-oh, I've made him mad, and he's not going to take it anymore," Beth teased.
"Let's just skip straight to the problem. The real problem... between us," Jamie proposed, cutting through the morning banter.
Beth, reluctant to delve into their issues, "It's too early in the morning to dig up that skeleton, Jamie."
However, Jamie was insistent on addressing the root cause of their strained relationship. Beth, though hesitant says, "You know what is so fucking dangerous about you? Is you actually believe that you're helping," Beth accused, her tone sharp. "But there's just no right or wrong with you. Just his approval. That's all that matters to you. That's all you are. But his disapproval, man, and how much you fear it? That is what makes you truly evil, Jamie. And you are evil. You know that. You have to know that."
A tense silence hung in the air until Jamie finally defended himself, asserting that he always acted to protect the family from itself.
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Beth resolute, disagreed, stating "I'm going to tell you a little secret, the more you become what he wanted you to become, the more he'll hate you for it. And he does hate you for it. We all do," Beth confessed, the weight of the truth heavy in her words.
The conversation escalated, Jamie expressing regret, "I should've said no. That's what I should've done. Because then you couldn't blame me for doing exactly what you asked me to do," Jamie lamented.
"I didn't ask you for a fucking hysterectomy," Beth shot back, her voice cracking with emotion.
"What does it even matter now, Beth? You have Spencer, you got to have a kid," Jamie scoffed.
"You don't know what it is... what it was like to try to fix and replace what you took from me," Beth retorted, a tear streaming down her face. "When you consider the pain that you cause a person, the person's fault... that's evil, Jamie."
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As Jamie left the dining room, Spencer returned, observing the tear-streaked face of her mother. Concern etched across her features, Spencer asked, "Are you alright, Mama?" Beth, still seated at the dining room table, pulled Spencer into her lap. She held her daughter close, finding solace in the embrace.
"Always when I see you, baby," Beth whispered, planting a tender kiss on Spencer's forehead, cherishing the moment and reaffirming the unwavering love she held for the child she almost never got to have. The echoes of their bond drowned out the lingering pain, if only for a fleeting moment.
