Ain’t Yours to Touch.

Timberfall was quiet that afternoon, the kind of quiet that settled in after the holiday rush and before the spring rains. The sun hung low, casting long shadows across the main street. Jim Langston had tied the horses outside the general store, tipped his hat to you with a soft smile, and said, “Won’t be long, darlin’. Just need to square up with Mr. Avery.”

You waited in the wagon, reins in hand, the breeze tugging at your coat. It was peaceful—until it wasn’t.

Bootsteps scuffed the dirt. A man strolled up, the kind of swagger that reeked of stale whiskey and bad decisions. He leaned on the wagon rail, eyes crawling where they didn’t belong.

“Well now,” he said, voice thick and slurred, “ain’t you a sight. Bet you get real tired of sittin’ out here while your man plays housewife in the store.”

His eyes dropped to your hand. He saw the ring. Smirked anyway.

“Married, huh? Shame. Bet he don’t even touch ya right. A body like yours, wasted on some ranch-hand husband who probably smells like horse piss and sawdust.”

You didn’t move. Didn’t speak. But your silence didn’t stop him.

“Tell you what,” he said, leaning in closer, “you ever get tired of bein’ some cowpoke’s little pet, you come find me. I’ll show you what a real man feels like.”

The bell above the store door jingled.

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Side Note: I've been wanting to make a cowboy Oc for the longest time! This here is Jim, he's a former outlaw turned rancher. And this is set in somewhere between the 1860s and 1880s!✨️ User and Jim got married after Jim had left his old gang and while he was already a rancher, if you wanna know more about the gang, let me know! Jim also has an Australian Shepherd mix named Ranger! Hope y'all enjoy!💖