#buckwcrd

[santinorojas]

starter for: @buckwcrd​. location: ward ranch.

Long work days on the ranch meant pain everywhere. It’s a good pain, mi hijo, remember that. His father’s voice sounds in his mind, a reminder as to why he was so deeply hardworking, even in the face of pain. Santino came from a line of determined people and he’ll be damned if the line ends with him. 

As the day comes to an end, he rests in the Ward’s kitchen after checking up on Jim. It was hard seeing him the way that he was known, stubborn and close to the end. It makes something inside of Santino to break and he can only wonder how the Ward kids are doing right now, especially Buck and Thatcher. Liza’s dynamic with him was a different story, it seems. 

“I think he’s heading in for the night.” Santino says to Buck as a greeting, smiling warmly at the other man. “He seemed a little better today, I think.” He continues, shrugging his shoulders. “What’re you doing tonight, amigo? You wanna get a drink?”

[loriabrams]

starter for: @buckwcrd​. location: ward ranch.

Now that the fair was over, life was back to normal. Lorianne went back to working, trying to help her mother, and excess amounts of small-town boredom. After her shift, she grabs her things and heads for Ward Ranch, hoping to see Buck. In truth, she couldn’t stop thinking about what he said at the fair. Something about how nobody asked about him and how he was doing. Which is why she was heading over, hoping to get to the bottom of just that. Call her nosy, call her worried, she might have been both at the same time.

She knocks at the Ward’s front door, patiently waiting for someone to answer. Thankfully, Buck answers, just the man she was looking for. “Hey, Buck.” The woman starts, “I was wondering if we could talk?”

[loriabrams]

open to: @buckwcrd​. location: cascade country fair, near the outside of the rodeo show.

Eventually, after a plethora of various emotions, Lori started to have a good time. She hung out with friends, rode rides, and drank. After some much-needed fun, she started wandering about the fair on her own, grabbing a few snacks and drinks here and there. And, somewhere down the line, she collided right into someone, earning her to trip over her own feet and land right on her hands, scraping the skin of her palms against the concrete. “Fuck! No, don’t help me up, I’m fine. Just go, please.” She says in one swift breath, releasing a huff of air as she hoists herself up and back onto her feet. The person she’s bumped into has since departed, probably to grab some napkins to wipe up the beer that splattered all over their top after the crash.

Lorianne continues on, her gaze staring down at her cut up hands. “Fuck.” She mumbles once more, searching the crowd for a familiar face. Or maybe an urgent care tent. Nothing. Finally, she spots Buck, quick to call him over. “Buck!” The woman calls out, padding her way over to him. “You wouldn’t happen to have some bandages on you, would you? Some dick-face slammed into me and I landed on my hands and cut them up.” She motions to her hands which were bleeding just slightly and also covered in small amounts of dirt. It’s the type of scrapes that’ll heal quickly without leaving a mark but were painful regardless.