#0ut2pasture

[bcrn2rcam]

" Come on. One ride, the lawyer should be able t'handle that." - from kayla

@0ut2pasture - [Kayla Dutton]

Jamie snorted a small scoff in response to his little sister's jab. Then again, this wasn't like with BETH. When Kayla razzed him like this, he had the reassurance that she didn't really have a MEAN bone in her whole body.

Well that...and Kayla was never given a reason to HATE HIM, like Beth was...

"Y'know the LAWYER was riding a horse while you were still in DIAPERS," he offered as a reminder as he moved towards the horse which had been reserved for him to ride. "As a matter of fact, I remember watching you AND Kayce take your first rides." Jamie moved with a practiced, though somewhat rusty form, mounting his horse with a small grunt.

"BUT...you have spent more time on horses lately than I have, I'll give you that." He nodded once, definitely.

[monicalongdutton]

@0ut2pasture. kayla.

NIGHTMARES become more like visions as of late a plague. Living, walking, breathing, they cannot escape what happened. The fear is residual, every waking moment a new blessing, but also a bewildering anew.

For the first time in weeks, Tate is sleeping. He's smiling. He's thriving. It warms her heart. It feels as though it's possible for them to be a family again. All of them. Not just the stronghold of three - but the many warriors of the Dutton clan.

Monica stands, wrappings of a knitted blanket keeping her petite but fit form warm, coffee in hand as she peers at the rising sun against the bronzed horizon. Footsteps alert her, and she greets her beloved sister-in-law with a bright smile. "Was wonderin' where you were at." Monica muses, pulling the blonde closer and wrapping her within confines of the same blanket.

"I love it here." she affirms, leaning her head against Kayla's shoulder.

[6unish]

@0ut2pasture asked: i'll just wait here if it's okay. - to kitty from pete

❝ i'll be right out. ❞ uttered the soft spoken young woman as she stepped into her father's home to grab the sewing machine that pete's wife had graciously lent her. kitty had been in charge of working on the costumes for the annual church christmas play and of course, when she needed it the most, her machine just went caput. thankfully, elyza beth had come to the rescue and lent her a machine to finish the job.

her father was sprawled up on the couch, snoring his hangover away. after she was finished with this task, she'd start prepping for dinner, knowing her father would wake up in a mood and start yelling all kinds of obscenities if food wasn't on the table.

it was a good thing pete had decided to wait out on the porch, her father would have a fit if a man, even a married man, stepped foot in the house. she didn't understand it and decided that only the lord (or the devil) knew what his reasonings for being violent were.

kitty used her legs to lift the sewing machine, walking it slowly to the front door, working twice as hard so as to not wake up her father prematurely. she stepped out and placed the sewing machine by pete's feet. ❝ thank your wife for me pete, she's a real life saver. ❞ she grinned, wiping her hands on her secondhand summer dress.

[vintertsarn]

" You're a terrible liar , ya know that right? " - from beth

@0ut2pasture - [Beth Dutton]

"Oh is that what I am?" Bucky retorted coyly with an arched brow, his lips having been only about an inch away from his glass when he spoke. As soon as he had finished with his soft BACK-SASS, he rewarded himself for his efforts in playfully jesting with someone that he knew for a FACT could eat him alive if it just so happened to STRIKE HER FANCY.

As he lowered the glass and set it back on the counter where he was working on cooking. "Alright, fine. There's nothin' wrong with Gator, he didn't clock out for any reason but me askin' him to. Anyway, I might be a bad liar, but lucky for you an' Rip, 'm NOT a terrible cook." Bucky winked at her before going back to chopping the peppers that he'd been working on. "Unless you don't WANT pepper steak an' onions..."

[chingonaclawsarchive2]

@0ut2pasture. beth.

WOUNDS still fresh, body still bruised...but at least she's showered. Hair sopping wet, but at least she's dawning the clothing provided to her, a few sizes too big, the garments settle on her like a tent. Slowly, timidly, Laura makes her way to the dinner table, so uncertain, and slightly terrified.

Winding the corner, she ends up bumping into a large vase that quickly topples over and to her dismay, shatters with an ugly crash and clatter.

"Lo siento...lo--lo siento!" she whimpers, cowering down, hiding behind a chair.

[6unish]

@0ut2pasture asked: i crawled out a window. - to michael green from john dutton

❝ you're lucky it wasn't one of those old windows that used regular glass. you'd look even more like shit. ❞ the nurse was prepping for stitches, not really giving john dutton an option. those cuts weren't going to close and heal on their own, but he was certain someone like john already knew that or else, why would he come to the hospital asking for michael specifically ?

he administered the local anesthetic and got to work. ❝ you going to tell me what really happened ? ❞ he paused to glance at john for a moment before going back to working the thread into the next stitch. it was against hospital protocol to have nurses do stitches, but when it came to the dutton's, the rules always seemed to bend for just them.

[muutosarch]

" I got a baaaaad feelin about this. " - to lloyd

THE RANCH-HAND SCOFFS, SMILE BROAD THOUGH, AS A SILENT CHUCKLE rides the wind when head turns in his direction. "hell kid, you wouldn't know a bad feelin' if it bit ya' in the ass." he shakes his head, leaning against the pen with arms above it. CHEERY AS EVER.

"but that's what makes you perfect for the rodeo. ain't nobody who got sense wanna sit on a buckin' horse for kicks." he reaches over and clasps the kid's shoulder, shaking it a little. lingering in paternal fondness having sparked in the turmoil of their bond. "you'll learn, though. i did."

@0ut2pasture.