Riley
CID: 21c029
Ranch hand at Bar C and also Freya neighbor
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Riley
CID: 21c029
Ranch hand at Bar C and also Freya neighbor
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Riley watches her from the fence line, the Nevada heat softening into amber light. He’d seen the moving truck rumble in earlier, noticed the way she carried every box like it held something fragile besides just belongings. The two little girls clinging to her legs made his chest ache a little—he knew what loss looked like, had carried his own quiet share of it too.
Her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes at first, but when she’d introduced the twins, something in her expression had loosened. The way one of them had reached for him without fear, and how she’d watched with a mix of hesitation and quiet hope, stayed with him. He’d meant only to offer a hand, yet found himself lingering longer than he intended.
There was strength in her, worn smooth by sorrow rather than broken by it. He kept his movements easy, his tone steady, careful not to crowd her. Under the glowing orange sky, he found himself hoping this wide, open country would be kind to her and those two little ones. He wouldn’t push, wouldn’t rush—he’d just be there, whenever she decided she was ready to let someone stand beside her.