Soft Reins — Day One
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Pairing: Groundskeeper/Rancher! Joel Miller x City Girl! Reader
Summary: Her family made her want to leave, Joel made her want to stay.
Tags: Age Gap (50s/20s), No Outbreak, Familial Tension, Mentions of infidelity, Snobby and judgy family
Word count: 3.6k
a/n: HELLOOOO okay so this is my second fic heheh and i’m hoping i can stick with it and actually finish it because its definitely a huge learning curve for me lol. i’ve had this idea brewing in my head for months and i’ve gotten to the point where i just gotta write it. tysm for my beta readers ily all and also ty for reading this!
Summer 2025
You're behind the wheel, cruising down a winding road framed by towering pine trees—a striking contrast to the usual backdrop of glass and steel skyscrapers. Ahead of you, a line of sleek, high-end cars snakes along the road, unmistakably belonging to your wealthy, highbrow extended family.
Jackson Hole, Wyoming isn’t the kind of place you'd expect to find people like them—it’s a little too middle-of-nowhere America. And yet, that’s exactly what draws them in.
Nestled in the valley is a ranch—but not your typical one. This is a luxury dude ranch, “Silver Spur Ranch” where the wealthy come to sample the Western lifestyle. Well, sort of. The real West usually doesn’t come with spa treatments and gourmet meals. Still, there are horses, rustic cabins, and sweeping mountain views which are pretty close enough for them.
“Noah would love this,” your mother sighed, gazing out at the sweeping valley.
Your neck stiffened at the mention of his name.
“Can you not bring him up, please, Mom?” you murmured, eyes locked on the winding road ahead.
“I can’t help it, hun. He became the son I never had,” she replied, throwing up her hands in mock surrender.
“Well, he’s not. And we’re not together anymore,” you said, sharper now. “So I’d really appreciate it if you could just... let it go.”
She fell silent—not in compliance, but in calculation. You knew her too well to believe otherwise. She was building her next line, rehearsing it in her head like a lawyer preparing closing arguments.
“I just don’t get it,” she finally said, her voice soft but edged. “You were with him for what, five years?” A beat passed before she pushed forward again, “Have your father and I not set a good example for you? Even your grandparents—fifty years, happy as ever! And you gave that good man up just because—”
“Cheating is not a just because reason, Mom,” you snapped, gripping the steering wheel until your knuckles went white.
She waved her hand like she was swatting a fly. “Well, no, of course not. But Noah is a good man. He just made a... lapse in judgment.”
You laughed once, hollow and humorless. “A lapse in judgement? A lapse is forgetting an anniversary. Not sleeping with someone else. For months.”
Your mother looked away, lips pursed, like she couldn’t quite argue but still didn’t agree. The silence between you thickened, stretching across the cabin of the car and the valley beyond.
“I’m just saying, honey, a man like Noah—he’s hard to come by.”
You grimaced inwardly. Of course she’d say that. You still couldn’t quite wrap your head around your mother’s unwavering loyalty to him.
Sure, he was polished. He came from old money—more than your family ever had. He knew how to dress, how to charm your mother with just the right words at just the right moments. He wasn’t bad looking either. On paper, he was perfect.
But inside? He was hollow. And for the last stretch of your relationship, so were you.
The rot had been setting in for months, invisible at first, until it was all you could feel. Then came the final blow: you found out he had been cheating. Days before he proposed.
And still—he did it. With your entire family watching, he dropped to one knee, smiling like nothing was wrong. A last-ditch effort to lock you in before the truth could catch up to him.
But you said no.
And you walked away.
It hadn’t gone over well. There were whispers, long stares, your father refusing to speak to you for weeks. Your mother never stopped calling it a “mistake” you’d made in the heat of emotion.
But it wasn’t emotion. It was clarity. Maybe for the first time.
The trip was meant to celebrate your grandparents’ anniversary—fifty years together. A milestone that, given what you knew about how awful men could be, felt almost impossible to grasp.
The entire extended family would be there, and you could hardly wait to be cornered with questions about your recent breakup and failed engagement. For seven whole days. A real vacation.
To say the timing was less than ideal would be generous. You could’ve opted out—God knows you wanted to—but that would’ve only fueled the whispers. And despite everything, under different circumstances, you would have wanted to be there. You loved your grandparents. They were the rare ones in your family who didn’t judge, didn’t press. Maybe it was because, unlike their children and grandchildren, they hadn’t grown up with money. There was a softness to them that hadn’t been bred out by status or social games.
They were the reason you came. Not the charade. Just them.
The ranch finally came into view, peeking through the tall trees like something out of a movie. It had a rustic charm, but you could tell it had been carefully renovated—polished just enough to suit the tastes of its upscale clientele.
Your car slowed as you passed through the front gate and followed the long gravel driveway toward the main cabin. The second your tires came to a stop, you were already reaching for the door handle, eager to escape the tension that had been simmering in the car with your mother.
You stepped out and made a beeline for the trunk, popping it open and reaching for your suitcase. But just as your hand closed around the handle, another—larger—hand landed over it.
“I got this, sugar,” came a warm, slow drawl, thick with a Texas accent.
You froze.
He was close—close enough for you to catch the scent of sandalwood, sun, and flannel. You instinctively stepped back, your eyes scanning upward.
Tall. Broad-shouldered. The kind of man who looked like he actually belonged on a ranch. You caught a glimpse of his profile: strong nose, weathered skin, hair streaked with silver that matched the salt-and-pepper scruff along his jaw and mustache.
“Long drive?” his voice broke through your thoughts, low and easy.
“Huh? Oh—yeah. It’s, uh... pretty far from, well—everywhere,” you said with an awkward chuckle.
He didn’t laugh, but his eyes lingered on you for a beat—curious, unreadable. Then, without a word, he reached down and hoisted your bags, one in each hand like they weighed nothing.
“Welcome to Silver Spur,” he said with a small, polite smile.
And just like that, he turned and walked off, disappearing with your luggage before you could even think of a reply.
The main lounge buzzed with the energy of your entire family gathered together. The interior was stunning—tall ceilings draped in dark wood, a grand stone fireplace, and expansive floor-to-ceiling windows that framed a breathtaking view of the land. You stood by your cousin Amy, the one you were closest to growing up. You’d shared so many memories, but things had shifted a bit since she married and had a baby. You were still close, just not as much as before.
One of the staff passed around welcome drinks—icy cold lemonade. You accepted with a grateful smile.
“How are you holding up?” Amy asked, her voice full of concern. You sighed. “So far, so good. You?”
Amy leaned in closer, lowering her voice. “Lily wouldn’t stop fussing the entire way here, and Justin was no help,” she murmured, glancing over at her husband, who was bouncing their three-year-old daughter on his lap. “He somehow always appears to be there when she’s calm, though.” Amy chuckled softly, and you followed suit, shaking your head.
A sound of glass clinking drew everyone's attention to the man standing on the small stage by the piano. He looked strikingly similar to the guy who’d taken your luggage earlier—maybe a bit younger. Next to him stood a stunning woman with dark skin and a warm, radiant smile.
“Howdy, y’all! Welcome to Silver Spurs Ranch!” he called out, his voice smooth and welcoming. “I’m Tommy, and this is my wife, Maria,” he gestured to the woman beside him, who waved her hand in greeting. “We’ll be your ranch hosts during your stay.”
Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed the man from earlier walking toward the stage and standing right next to it on the corner. You couldn’t tear your eyes away once you realized he was there.
“You like him too, huh?” Amy whispered, leaning closer.
“What are you talking about?” you whispered back, your voice a mix of surprise and mock offense.
Amy giggled, eyes twinkling. “What? You’re free now!” She gestured to her family with a smirk. “I, on the other hand…” She trailed off, pointing to her husband and daughter.
“You’re being ridiculous. We just got here,” you scolded playfully, rolling your eyes.
“Hey, he’s hot, so…” Amy teased.
You cut her off, whispering, “Amy, shut up.”
She laughed quietly. “Alright, alright!” she relented.
After a brief pause, as everyone focused on the ranch hosts listing activities for the stay, Amy leaned in again. “I didn’t know Silver Spurs Ranch came with a silver fox cowboy,” she whispered.
You bit back a laugh. “I hate you,” you muttered under your breath.
“That one over there is my brother, Joel,” Tommy said, pointing to the man standing a little off to the side. Joel. The name felt just right for him. He offered a small wave before slipping his hands back into his pockets, his gaze scanning the room.
“You’ll be seeing a lot of him,” Tommy continued, a proud smile on his face. “He takes care of the land and will be leading some of your excursion activities.”
You couldn’t help but watch Joel for a moment longer. There was something about him—steady, grounded.
Amy leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper. “I gotta admit, he’s got that ‘I work with my hands’ kind of charm.”
You raised an eyebrow, glancing at her. “You mean he’s got the ‘I wake up at 5 a.m. to ride horses and shovel dirt’ look?”
Amy grinned. “Exactly.” She looked back at Joel, her gaze lingering for a moment too long. “He’s definitely got that whole ‘silent, mysterious cowboy’ thing going on.”
You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t deny that there was something magnetic about him. Not in a typical ‘movie star’ way, but in a way that made you want to know more. Maybe it was the confidence that seemed to radiate from him without ever needing to say much.
At that moment, Joel turned his head and caught your eye. His gaze flickered toward you briefly, almost like he was assessing you. It wasn’t a stare, just a quiet acknowledgment, but it still sent a little pulse of awareness through you.
Amy caught it too, her smirk widening. “Uh-huh. I see that look. He noticed you.”
“What look?” you asked, feigning innocence. You turned back toward the stage as Tommy and Maria continued talking, but your mind kept wandering back to Joel.
“Don’t act coy. He definitely noticed you,” Amy teased. “You’re going to have fun here, I can tell.”
You glared playfully at her. “Just because I glanced at him doesn’t mean I’m about to go on a horseback ride into the sunset with him.”
Amy let out a short laugh. “Not yet, anyway.”
Maria's voice cut through the conversation, bringing everyone's attention back to the front. "Alright, everyone, feel free to explore the ranch, or just take in the view. We know it's a long journey to get here so your rooms is ready, and dinner will be served in an hour."
As the crowd began to move in different directions, you felt a strange mix of anticipation and curiosity swirling inside you. You were supposed to be here to relax, but for some reason, everything—especially Joel—seemed to be pulling you in.
Amy nudged you with her elbow again. "So... what's the plan? You gonna go for it or just pretend you're not interested?"
You sighed, trying to hide your grin. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Sure, sure," Amy teased, "keep telling yourself that."
Dinner was set like something out of a magazine. A long, weathered farm table stretched down the center of the dining hall, dressed in ivory linens, wildflowers, and flickering candles that made the roasted dishes gleam like still life paintings. Your grandparents sat proudly at the head, fingers intertwined, laughing like they hadn’t seen fifty years go by. The rest of the family filled the table in loud, familiar clusters, the wine flowing too easily, the conversations layered over one another.
You were somewhere in the middle, boxed in by a distant cousin on one side and a sea of aunts and uncles on the other. You kept your head down, halfheartedly pushing food around your plate, bracing for the inevitable.
It didn’t take long.
“So… no Noah this year?” Aunt Debby asked, tilting her head with feigned casualness.
“Nope,” you replied, stabbing a perfectly innocent carrot.
“I figured we’d see him again. Didn’t you two usually take trips like this together?” someone else chimed in. A cousin’s wife, maybe—you didn’t bother to look.
“Not anymore,” you hummed, your hand curling into a fist beneath the table.
“That’s a shame. I really thought we’d be getting a wedding invite this year,” Aunt Debby said, swirling her wine with theatrical sadness.
“Well, there won’t be one anytime soon.”
Uncle Rick joined in without looking up. “Still can’t believe you let that one go. Good job, good family, good-looking.”
“Not good at staying faithful,” you muttered.
“What was that, sweetheart?” Aunt Debby asked, all syrup and fake concern.
You didn’t think before the following words that came from your mouth, you’re fed up by all the judgement coated with faux sugar coated concerns, You looked up. “I said, he cheated. For months. Before he proposed.”
The table fell quiet. Someone clinked their fork against a plate, a few chairs shifted.
Aunt Margaret recovered first. “Well... relationships are complicated. Everyone makes mistakes. Your mother and I both—”
“I know,” you cut in, turning your gaze to your mom. “You’ve made that very clear.”
The silence was heavier this time.
You folded your napkin, set it on your plate, and stood. The scrape of your chair on the wooden floor sounded louder than it should have.
“I’m gonna get some air,” you murmured.
“Oh honey, don’t be dramatic—” your mother sighed.
“I’m not. I just need air,” you said, sharper now, and without waiting for a response, walked out into the night.
The door swung shut behind you with a quiet thud.
You slipped off into the dark, wandering past the edge of the cabins until you found a quiet spot beside what looked like the horse stables. You needed to be somewhere out of sight—far from the dining hall, far from your family. Because after all that, you needed a smoke. And if anyone in your family ever found out, it’d be a full-blown intervention before sunrise.
From your pocket, you pulled out a small tin, flipping it open with muscle memory and placing a cigarette between your lips. You were just about to flick your lighter when—
“You know smokin’ ain’t allowed on this property.”
You jumped so hard the cigarette nearly fell from your mouth. “Jesus—fuck!”
You turned and saw him. Joel. Standing half in shadow, half lit by moonlight, looking more amused than stern.
“Didn’t mean to startle you,” he said, chuckling.
You let out a breath, your hand over your heart. “Yeah, well, you did.”
He nodded toward the cigarette. “You still gonna light that?”
You hesitated. “Can I?”
Without answering, Joel reached out and gently took hold of your arm, guiding you farther back into the shadows—near a thick row of bushes. Your heart stuttered a bit from the contact, the feel of his large calloused hand against your soft skin, and you were suddenly glad it was too dark for him to see the way your face flushed.
“Cameras,” he murmured. “You’re safe here. Go on.”
“Thanks,” you exhaled, grateful, and finally lit the cigarette. You took a long drag, the smoke easing something tight in your chest.
The night wrapped around you, quiet and still, save for the soft hum of cicadas and the slow rhythm of your breath. Joel didn’t move far—he stayed just a few feet away, hands in his pockets, watching the horizon like he had nowhere else to be.
“You okay?” he asked, voice low, gentle. “Saw you stompin’ out here like you were fixin’ to do some damage.”
You laughed under your breath. “Might’ve, if someone hadn’t stopped me.”
He didn’t say anything, just looked at you in that steady way that invited you to keep going.
You sighed, watching the smoke curl upward. “They think I ruined my perfect life. That I threw it all away because I said no to a proposal.”
Joel tilted his head slightly, listening.
“He cheated on me,” you murmured. “For months. And then had the nerve to propose like nothing happened.”
Joel let out a low whistle. “Sounds like a real catch.”
You barked a laugh. “Yeah. All sunshine and rainbows, that one.”
Silence settled again, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. There was a steadiness to him—like he knew how to be still in a way most people didn’t.
After a moment, he shifted. “Listen, uh… it ain’t really my business, but—sounds to me like you dodged a bullet.”
You nodded slowly. “Yeah. I think so too.”
Joel looked at you, earnest beneath all the roughness. “You did the right thing.”
You glanced over at him. “Thanks… Joel, right?” you asked as if his name hasn’t been echoing in your head eversince Tommy said them.
He smiled, soft and crooked. “Yeah.”
“And I’m—” you said your name, almost shyly.
He repeated it back to you, the sound of it low and unhurried as it rolled off his tongue.
You gaze up at the sky, the stars shining much clearer here than in the city. It’s mesmerizing—you can’t remember the last time you saw more than two tiny dots scattered above.
Slowly, you sit down on the grass, and Joel lets out a soft chuckle. “You’re gonna ruin that pretty dress,” he teases.
You smile up at him. “I don’t really give a damn.”
He grins at that, then joins you, sitting down beside you.
“You don’t have to stay here, you know,” you murmur.
He shakes his head. “Nah, I’m actually obligated to keep an eye on troublesome guests.”
You turn to look at him. His serious face slowly breaks into a smirk, and you chuckle softly. “Asshole,” you murmur.
Taking another drag of your cigarette, you sigh. “Must be nice, living out here, huh?”
Joel nods, eyes still fixed on the stars. “Gets real quiet. Makes it easier to think.”
You glance down, voice soft. “I could use a little of that.”
He looks over at you, expression unreadable for a moment. Then, quietly: “Then stay a while.”
You smiled to yourself and kept your eyes on the stars. The silence between you and Joel was comfortable, but there was something simmering beneath it—something you weren’t sure you wanted to acknowledge just yet.
“The stars are beautiful out here,” you murmured.
Joel let out a quiet chuckle. “Bet you don’t see many of those back in the city, huh?”
You shook your head with a faint smile. “Kind of forgot how many there actually are.”
“They’ve always been there,” you said softly, more to yourself than him. “Just hard to see when the sky’s all polluted.”
Joel hummed low in his throat. “That sounds like a metaphor for a lotta things in life.”
You turned your head toward him, a light laugh escaping you. “You always been this wise?” He grinned, subtle and a little self-deprecating, eyes still on the sky. “Nah. Just old.”
That made you giggle, the sound easy and real, and something in Joel’s expression softened. Then, without a word, he pushes himself to his feet and holds out a hand.
“Come on,” he says gently. “Let’s get you back before they send a search party.”
You hesitate, just for a second, then take his hand. His grip is solid and warm, and when he helps you up, he doesn’t let go right away.
You both stand there for a moment—closer than before, still caught in that soft, uncertain pull—before he clears his throat and lets his hand fall away.
“This way,” he murmurs, nodding toward the path.
You follow him into the quiet dark, heart beating a little louder than before.
Joel walked with you back toward the main cabin where the guest rooms were. You led him through the quiet hallways, the old wood creaking underfoot, until you stopped in front of your door.
“Well, uh… this is me,” you said, a little awkwardly, your hand hovering near the doorknob.
Joel nodded, slipping his hands into his pockets. “Get some rest. Breakfast’s at seven,” he said, then added, almost hesitantly, “Me and Tommy are leading a horseback ride along the river tomorrow. If you feel like joining.” His eyes flicked from the floor up to yours, and for a moment, you swore he looked almost nervous.
You smiled. “I’d like that.”
A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Alright then. See you tomorrow, city girl.” He started backing away, slow and casual, and you turned to open your door. “See you tomorrow,” you murmured.
Just as he turned the corner, you called out softly, “Joel?”
He stopped and looked back, quick like he’d been waiting for it.
“Thank you… for tonight,” you said, meaning it.
He nodded once, that same quiet smile still on his face. “Anytime, sugar.”
Then he disappeared down the hall, and you stood there for a moment longer, heart just a little too full.
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a/n: thank you so much for reading guys <3 i know its a short one but i’m just laying out the vibes and tone of the series before we get to the good stuff on the upcoming chapters!! your feedback is greatly appreciated!! ily all
