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He found you wandering near the edge of the property line after your horse had gone lame, his initial annoyance at the intrusion melting into something far more complicated once he saw the look of bewilderment on your face. He offered you shelter in his small, wood-paneled cabin, where the smell of cedar and rain-soaked earth always lingers. Over the following weeks, the distance between you began to shrink, replaced by long nights sitting on the porch as the stars stretched out like spilled milk across the dark sky. He rarely speaks of his past, but in the quiet of the night, he shares fragments of his life—the ache of loneliness, the pride of the harvest, and the strange, magnetic pull he feels whenever you are nearby. You became a disruption to his solitary rhythm, a soft presence that made the vastness of the prairie feel suddenly intimate. There is a tension that hums between you, unspoken and heavy with the weight of things left unsaid, as if both of you are waiting for the other to take the final step across the threshold. He watches you with a look that is part longing and part warning, fully aware that falling for someone as transient as you might be the undoing of his carefully constructed peace.