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Hello Mr. Governor - Polls, Parties and Promises (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1289354910-hello-mr-governor-polls-parties-and-promises?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=MaryKatieFazio&wp_originator=rmiT%2B09vvjk1UBwLyN8yGqE78UnZ8lS3hQM2iIRsGSdWwRFe%2BfUduoOCNV9ONwvnF8VXgOuECBqYaEQBuE2Yf0Yr%2FnmNPxBPg60u8iQLr00IrFIT0IRkn0G2aOa3A6VM Politics was a world John Dutton would gladly stay out of, but when his adopted son Jamie plans to run for governor, he knows he has no other choice. He soon realizes that there's more responsibility to the office than just keeping his ranch safe. But fear not, Lynelle instated an assistant in the office for him to help him learn the ropes. Will his gruff behavior run her off or will he learn not only to be a leader, but to love again as well? Only time will tell for the gruff rancher and the soft spoken city girl. *warning will contain smut in later chapters*
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Rancher’s Daughter
Yellowstone Fanfic. Not cannon
Sighing, Shiloh swung herself out of the bed. The sun had just begun to peek out over the fields. She had to be in Cheyenne by nightfall. Her muscles protested as she stood, drawing tight before unwinding. A knock came from her door, making her frown.
“Sweetie, are you awake?” came her father’s voice. At 25, Shiloh was John Dutton’s youngest child. The baby; and everyone knew it.
“I’m awake, Papa,” she called, shuffling to her closet.
“Jamie’s waiting downstairs for you. Need to leave soon.”
“Gimme five.” His retreating footsteps were the only response. Grabbing her duffle, Shiloh tossed in her good jeans, caramel cowboy boots with poppies stitched on them, and a black button up. Shiloh was a barrel racer. A pretty good one too. But the Dutton’s didn’t do rodeo, so she knew that she was treading on thin ice with her father. He indulged her, more than the others, but Shiloh knew it would only get her so far. She shimmied her jeans from the day before up her hips and threw a AC-DC shirt over her sport bra clad upper body before stuffing her feet into her shit-kickers and snatching her hat off of the hook.
As promised, Jamie was in the kitchen waiting for his little sister. “Hey, Kiddo. Ryan’s loading up Sweet P, then we need to head out,” he greeted, pecking her forehead. Shiloh nodded, grabbing her travel mug and pouring coffee in, adding a healthy amount of sugar and creamer and reaching for her bag.
“I got it,” came the husky voice of Rip Wheeler. Shiloh smiled up at him as he slung her duffle bag over his shoulder and motioned for her to lead the way outside. Rip had been a part of Shiloh’s life since before she could remember. He’d taken her under his wing, and she hadn’t escaped from under it yet. He was overprotective of her, and pushed her to be better. He was the only one who came to see her ride. He was usually in the stands, supporting her. He wouldn’t be there today, and Shiloh assumed that he was going to give her one of his pep-talks before she left with Jamie. Not having anyone there was going to be hard, but she’d manage. Jamie had business in Cheyenne, which is why he was driving her today, but he wouldn’t be at the rodeo.
“You ready for tonight?” Rip questioned, tossing her bag in the backseat.
“Yeah. Guess so.”
“Sorry I won’t be there. We gotta move the herd up today.”
“It’s ok, Rip. I know you’re busy.” Rip sighed at her, rolling his eyes.
“Don’t go church mouse on me, Shi. Listen, go out there and kick ass. I know you will. You always do.” Shiloh smiled at him.
“I’ll try, but I don’t know. I ain’t got my good luck charm there today,” she teased, giving him a shit eating smile. He scoffed, turning to leave.
“I’ll spank that pretty little ass if you don’t bring home a buckle tonight, Little girl,” he threatened, pointing a finger at her as he walked backwards out of sight.
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Sweet Potato Pie, Shiloh’s horse, paced back and forth in the wings of the coliseum. Shiloh was up next, and she breathed through the anxiety that always built before her ride. “Angel Eyes”, her theme song, began to blare, and the horn sounded, and Shiloh led Sweet P into a trot, letting everything else fade.
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The closing ceremony is always bittersweet for Shiloh. She knew her time on the circuit was limited, and she wasn’t ready to give it up just yet. But with new buckle in hand, Shiloh made her way to the parking lot to meet her brother. He was on his phone, as usual, so she loaded up Sweet P and closed up the trailer before getting in the truck.
“Hey, Kiddo. How’d it go?” Jamie asked. Shiloh shrugged, knowing he didn’t really care.
“Won the buckle,” she finally said, reaching in the back for her bag of clothes. “Can you stop at the truck stop so I can change and get a snack?”
“Sure thing!” Jamie was a good guy, and Shiloh loved him, but they didn’t have a lot in common. He was more tolerable than Kayce, but not as kind as Lee. But lord knows, he was a hell of a lot better to deal with than Beth.
Jamie pulled into the truck stop and parked by the front door, and Shiloh jumped out of the truck to make her way inside. After changing into her comfier clothes, she grabbed a coke and a bag of pork skins and made her way to the register. As she was waiting in line behind the long haul trucker, who had loaded up on groceries, a man slid in behind her. He let out a wolf whistle and began to speak.
“I saw you at the rodeo tonight. Ya know, I could give you a better ride than that horse any day.”
Shiloh’s lip curled in disgust. “No thanks. She’s prettier to look at and smells a hell of a lot better.” The man cackled.
“You smell pretty good too, Darlin.’” Reaching into her front pocket, Shiloh drew out her knife, held it just where the man could see, and flicked it open.
“Now, I gotta tell you, I grew up on a ranch with rowdy cowboys, and I am pretty damn handy with this thing,” she flipped the knife in her hand. “And I’d be more than happy to show you my skills.” The man held his hands up in surrender and took a step back. Nodding at him, Shiloh flicked the knife back closed and slid it back into her pocket. She wasn’t naïve, she didn’t doubt that the man would try again as soon as they were out of the store, so she tied the grocery bag that the cashier put her snacks in a knot and made her way outside, staying under all the streetlights on the way out. Her shoulders were tensed, and when she heard boots running behind her, as she was about 10 feet from the truck, she threw her bag down, squatted, and squared her legs. As he rushed her, she threw her shoulder up into his gut, catching him off guard. She lifted her body, throwing her entire weight into the swing, and had him on his back, a boot in his throat, before Jamie got out of the truck. She reached in her pocket and once again drew out her knife. Popping a squat, boot still firmly on the man’s throat, Shiloh held the knife to his dick. “Now, I believe that I promised to show you my skills if you didn’t leave me the hell alone. And I see that you are eager to see them. Let me make something very plain to you. I’ve helped bring plenty of cattle into this world, so I figure taking one pig off of it won’t seem too bad to the big man upstairs, all things considered.” Shiloh heard the hiss right before she felt the warmth of the man’s piss run under her boot. She smirked at him. “But, I am awfully tired. Been a long day, ya see. So, I’ll be kind. But you remember this next time you decide to try and put your hands on a lady. Because I have my ways. And you never know when the rodeo might be headed through. I’m guessing that shitty Tundra over there is yours. Am I right?” The man nodded frantically. “Well, I have your tag number. Funny how something so little could tell me everything I need to know about a man, like where he lives. Don’t fuck around, and you won’t find out. Ya got me, Fucker?”
“Ye-yes ma’am. I’m…I’m sorry!”
“Damn right you are. Now, get the hell out of my sight.” She lifted her foot up, only to kick him across the ass when he made it to his feet. She turned to find Jamie standing, mouth agape. “Jamie, get in the fucking truck.” She scooped up her bag and hauled herself into the passenger seat.
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The sun was just rising over the mountains when Jamie pulled the truck up near the horse stalls. A grinning Ryan was waiting for them. Shiloh knew that Ryan liked her. And for the most part, that was ok, but it pissed Rip off to no end. Speaking of Rip, the man himself, stood under the yellow glow of the porch light, a steaming cup of coffee in his hand and a smile on his face.
Shiloh slid from the truck and patted Ryan on the shoulder as he walked by on his way to let Sweet P out. Ryan was good with the horse, which was saying something, since she seemingly hated everyone but Shiloh. “Thanks, Ry,” she spoke, making her way toward Rip.
“Sure thing. Heard ya kicked ass in Cheyenne. Good ride, Shi!” Shiloh offered him a smile and a nod.
When she was within throwing distance, she underhanded threw Rip the new buckle. He caught it by just a hair.
“And here I was hoping I was gonna get to whoop that little ass of yours,” he joked.
“Rip Wheeler, you and I both know that no one has ever mistaken my ass for being small!” At just over 5 feet, Shiloh was petite and curvaceous. She had wide hips, thick thighs, and a large chest. Her body was hardened and molded by 25 years of ranch life, and she did her best to stay active. Rip let out a hoot, walking over to gently hand over her buckle.
“Good job, Shi. Had a friend in the stands. They sent me the footage. Impressive as always.” Shiloh beamed at him.
“I almost bit that last barrel, but I made the correction just on time.” Rip rolled his eyes.
“Take the compliment, Woman.” Shiloh hip checked him and made her way inside. Her tub and her bed were calling her name.
“Here there, Sweet Pea. How’d ya do?” John greeted from the kitchen table.
“Hi, Papa. I did good. Won the buckle.” John nodded at her and smiled.
On her way to her room, she passed Lee coming out of his.
“Hey, Little One. How’d it go?”
“Pretty good.” Lee was supportive, but John kept him running all the time, so he never got to make it to the rodeos.
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Shiloh was woken up 4 hours later by her father knocking on her door. “Shi, get up and come out to the living room!” he called. Shiloh grunted. She had planned to sleep until nearly late afternoon, when she’d wash Sweet P and feed her. But when John spoke, you listened. So, she stood up and slid on a pair of jean shorts and a white t shirt.
When Shiloh made it to the living room, John was seated in a great chair, and a man in a suit, shiny boots, and a bolo tie, with a cowboy hat rested on his knee, was sitting on the couch.
“There she is! Shiloh, this is Paul Singleton, president of the Montana Rodeo Circuit. Paul, here, tells me that you have turned down going to the PRCA circuit finals four…no, five years in a row.” Shiloh felt the blood drain from her face. She knew she was in deep shit. John was going to make her quit for sure now, because PRCA meant people would be talking about her. And if someone talked about 1 Dutton, they talked about them all.
“I…”
“Shiloh, may I call you Shiloh?” Paul interrupted. Shiloh nodded dumbly. “Shiloh, you are probably the best racer I’ve seen in my 15 years as president. You have a natural intuition about you. And sponsors knock down our doors for days after you ride. I’ve come to see if I can persuade you to accept some of the offers and join the circuit. I think you could take the title.”
“I…Umm…Mr. Singleton, that’s very kind of you, but I…umm…” she swallowed down the lump in her throat. She knew she had to do this now. She had to leave the rodeo for good. “I…”
“Well, I think Shiloh was just a little nervous of the big leagues, but hearing you say she has what it takes has definitely helped with that, hasn’t it, Shiloh.” John spoke, eyes boring into her. “But you see, Shiloh here won’t ride under any name but Dutton. So, let’s talk numbers,” he finished. Shiloh snapped her head in his direction.
“Mr. Dutton, that’s generous, but it takes a lot of funds to pave her way. I’m sure we could find a sponsor…”
“Paul, I can handle whatever it is. You and I will be in touch. Consider Shiloh on board.”
“Well…Welcome to the PRCA, Shiloh.”
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John showed Paul out, while Shiloh paced the living room. Her father had just signed her onto a PRCA circuit, and she was having trouble processing. She heard his boots come into the room, and she hesitantly turned to face him. “Papa, I…” John held up his hand, silencing her.
“Shiloh, I’m a little hurt that you didn’t tell me.”
“Well, it’s just…I know that Dutton’s don’t do rodeo, and I knew that I needed to retire soon so I could focus on the ranch, and…” She was babbling. She knew she was babbling, but she couldn’t stop.
“Well, Dutton’s might not do rodeo, but you do, and you are a Dutton, so I reckon that means we do rodeo. I know I haven’t shown you as much support as you deserved, and I apologize for that. I get tunnel vision sometimes, but I want you to be happy, Shi. And if this makes you happy, then that’s what we’ll do. And dammit, you’ll make us proud wearing that Dutton patch at your races. Paul is emailing me a list of things that you will need to be circuit qualified, so we will look at it together and go from there. C’mere, Sweet Girl.” He held out his arms, and Shiloh dove into them. “I’m so proud of you.” He kissed the top of her head. “But if you ever turn down another offer like this, I’ll tan your hide.”
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Yellowstone: Love and Cowboys - Back in the Saddle (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1445665076-yellowstone-love-and-cowboys-back-in-the-saddle?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=martykate1 Some people are born to be on the back of a horse, Coralee Dutton for one. She's the youngest daughter of John Dutton's older brother Benjamin. John inherited the ranch because he was a rancher while his brother wasn't. There are no hard feelings, Benjamin is happy with his life and the brothers have a deep love for each other. Coralee has been showing horses since she was young and has gotten quite good. She started as a barrel racer and is now into reining horses. She is at the ranch because John wants to buy her a top quality horse to show and he's asked Travis Wheatley to bring some to the ranch to show her. Beth Dutton has always hated Coralee. Coralee is younger and prettier and resembles the tragic Elsa Dutton. She hates Beth's drinking problem and tries to stay out of her way, drunk or sober. Travis has had his eye on Coralee for a long time. He wants to go out with her, hell, he wants to sleep with her but she means more to him. He's a playboy and a rogue and he knows it, but maybe he could change his ways if she just gave him a chance. He's older and feeling the need to settle down and Coralee could make him change his ways. For those of you who know my writing, I rarely try to include events in the original story, to me that's not creating it's copying. I noticed this when I wrote my Mummy story. To me that's kind of cheating. So, you can this story "based on" Yellowstone if you like. Travis is a character in the story and since Rip and Kayce are basically taken, I used him. Also, there are a lot of Rip or Kayce stories here, I wanted to write something else. Readers: I know ranching, I know horses, I studied equine science. Our instructor used to hire us out to his friends to drive their cattle for them. I participated in a cattle drive celebrating the San Antonio trail. This made this story more fun to write
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random lee dutton things in no particular order:
growing up on the yellowstone alongside rip wheeler and spending most of his time working with him, the two have become best friends.
he owns a flat in the town closest to the dutton estate where he spends most nights. beth is always welcome to stay with him if she wants to escape the ranch; she has a room waiting for her there.
after beth, he's the dutton sibling most affected by their mother's death. as the oldest son, john imposed on lee the notion that he would have to take over the ranch once he was gone. but evelyn always made sure lee knew it was still his choice.
despite this, he's the most upbeat sibling. he smiles a lot.
he's biromantic and bisexual, with a preference for men. only beth knows this.
he survives the bullet wound on the broken rock reservation. refusing to take over management of the ranch, he becomes livestock commissioner and the go - to guy to break wild horses on the yellowstone.
he's closest to beth and most at odds with kayce.
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Little Dutton
The heat is tempered slightly by the shade of the barn she’s sitting in. Shiloh is bent over the engine of one of the ranch trucks, working under the hood. She is elbow deep in motor oil and who knows what, when she is nearly scared out of her skin by Ryan’s hysterical shout of, “Shiloh!”
She jumps, hitting her head on the hood of the truck and falling off of the stool she was standing on, landing on her ass in the gravel. “Fuck,” she hisses as she picks herself up and rushes to meet Ryan, who is nearly to the double doors of the barn. “Ryan, what the hell?”
“Shiloh, you gotta come quick! One of the hands got his arm caught in the chute and he got trampled!”
“Fuck, ok. Ryan, go run up to the house. Get my medic kit out of my truck and get someone to call 911!”
All of the Dutton kids had skills, and Shiloh’s happened to be emergency medicine. She was a certified paramedic, and she was a hell of a good person to have when shit hit the fan.
Ryan nods in understanding, making a beeline for the main house, while Shiloh hurries to the chutes. Rip is on the ground, pressing a dirty shirt to something that she can’t see yet. The red dirt bites into her bare thighs as she slides up beside him. On the ground is a ranch hand named Kevin. And his arm is mangled. And the rest of him doesn’t look too good either. His arm is spurting blood faster than the shirt can catch it. “Rip, give me your belt!” she demands, edging him out of the way and taking the appendage into her lap, her cutoffs immediately getting soaked. “Kevin, it’s ok. I’m here,” she assures him, giving him a tight smile. Rip quickly pulls his belt through the loops and thrusts it at her. She makes fast work of making a tourniquet. “Dammit! Rip, find Ryan, he’s getting my bag!” Kevin’s breaths are wet, and blood is seeping through his teeth. Seconds later, John and Ryan run into the fray side by side.
“Shiloh?” John barks.
“How long on that ambulance?” she demands, meeting the concerned eyes of her father.
“At least half an hour.”
“Fuck.” She looks up at her dad and shakes her head. There was no way that Kevin was going to make it that long. “Chopper?”
“Jamie took it.” Shiloh lets out a rough breath and her head drops a little.
“Rip, open my bag, I need to help him get an airway. He can’t breathe. A silver L-shaped metal tool, a plastic tube, and the air bag.” Shiloh is trying everything she can to hold him off until the ambulance arrived.
Rip placed the items carefully in her hands and gave her a sure nod. He believed in her. Taking a fortifying breath, she steeled herself. She put her fingers under Kevin’s broken jaw, tilting him up by the chin and opened his mouth. The light shows what she feared. His throat is crushed. She isn’t sure she can even get the tube down his throat. She closes her eyes to gather her thoughts. She calculates her next move, and a hand lands on her shoulder. Rip smiles down at her reassuringly, and she lays her cheek on his hand.
“Fuck, ok. New game plan. I can’t get the tube in this way. I need a scalpel and a syringe.” She has never done a tracheotomy. But there’s a first time for everything. Rip hands her a scalpel and a syringe. Her hand is steady as she makes the small cut. Using her fingers, she completes the process, sliding the syringe in the wound and pulling the plunger out. The harsh intake of air is met with her own relieved sigh. Her head drops between her shoulders.
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Shiloh knows Kevin isn’t going to make it until the ambulance arrives. Sitting beside him, she pets his hair softly, and they all sit in silence, until, with a choked breath, Kevin loses the fight. His eyes lock with hers, and Shiloh gently closes them. She’s covered in blood, dirt, oil, and everything in between, and she couldn’t feel more raw. Everything feels like it stops until the sound of sirens pierce the air harshly.
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After showering the blood off, Shiloh sinks into a hot bath, bringing her knees up and resting her cheek on them. In truth, she’d seen animals, and hell, even people die before, but sitting there, holding Kevin in her lap had been too much. She knows she did everything she could, but it doesn’t make it any easier.
The bathroom door opens with a creak, and the sound of stilettos on the stone floor alert her to Beth’s presence. Shiloh doesn’t look up. Beth sinks down to her knees, taking the cloth from the side of the tub, dips it into the water, and begins to slowly run it over the skin of Shiloh’s back. They don’t speak. They don’t have to.
In a lot of ways, Beth had been the only mom that Shiloh had ever had. Evelyn died when she was a baby, and try as he might, John didn’t have it in him to raise a little girl. And Beth, well, Beth was a piece of work, and she was hard as hell on Shiloh; but she’d also taught her how to be a woman of power, a woman of resilience, and a woman of strength. And in those rare moments when Beth was soft with her, Shiloh could feel that her sister loved her.
“You gotta get out, Shi. We have that charity ball tonight, and you have to go. Daddy’s counting on it,” Beth speaks nearly an hour later. Shiloh snorts.
“I don’t really think now’s the time for a ball.” Beth narrows her eyes at her younger sibling.
“Maybe not, but you’re going anyway. Get dried off and try to do something with those curls. I’ll find you something to wear.”
Every year a charity ball was held to benefit the hospital, and every year, John Dutton made it a point to be one of the top contributors.
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An hour later, Shiloh rubs her lips together, evening out her red lipstick, and makes her way downstairs. She is in a body-hugging, emerald cowl neck gown with an open back and black pumps. Her curly hair is pulled back on one side by a silver and pearl comb, and she has on smokey makeup. She’s as ready as she can get, and as she steps outside to wait for her father, she hears a wolf-whistle. She smiles, looking up to see Rip leaning against the barn.
“Oh, shut up, Wheeler,” she sasses, blush filling her cheeks.
“You look nice, Shi.” Truth was, to Rip Wheeler, Shiloh was the most beautiful girl in the world any day, but on nights like this one, she was a goddess. Her thick thighs and tight ass accentuated by the green silk. Her full lips blood red. Yeah, she was gorgeous.
( similar dress )
“Thanks, Rip,” she replies softly. When John comes out, Rip opens the limo door for her, taking her hand as she enters the car and giving her one of those panty-dropping smiles as she pulls away.
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The room is crowded. It always is. And Shiloh hates it. Why can’t people just stay home? Still, she pastes on a smile, takes her Papa’s arm, and enters the large marble lined hall.
“Shi, there’s someone here I want you to meet. And I want you to be sweet,” John whispers, leading her through the crowd. She looks up at her father, frowning.
“I’m always sweet.” John huffs a laugh.
“This is important, Kiddo. I mean it.” She nods. John doesn’t usually ask her for things like this, so she knows it must be serious. “Rick!” the elder Dutton calls with a boom as them reach the ballroom. A man, around John’s age, but in much worse shape, looks over at them. He nods to another man; this one young, maybe early 30s, and devilishly handsome, and the two make their way over.
“Rick, this is my babygirl, Shiloh. Shiloh, this is Rick Remington and his boy, Emmett,” John introduces, shaking Rick’s hand.
“Nice to meet you both,” Shiloh states. Emmett takes her hand, kissing the back of it.
“Pleasure is all mine, Ms. Dutton,” he drawls, a thick Texas accent heavy in the words. Shiloh contains her snort, barely. It is going to be a long night.
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The brand isn't something you earn. It's something you live up to. - Tinkerbelle & Belle Dutton 🎃🐶🐴
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Yellowstone season 6 rumors have it will be WITHOUT Kevin Costner. Many fans feel John Dutton is a crucial character and must remain. So maybe someone else playing him or will they kill off John Dutton. AI entertainment reporter has analyzed the entire series and feels that Yellowstone needs John Dutton with Mr. Costner to last for another 3 seasons Please comment below on your thoughts #Yellowstoneseason6 #Yellowstone #Yellowstoneshow #yellowstonemovie #Yellowstonetv#yellowstoneseries #Yellowstoneseason5 Yellowstone season 6 Yellowstone season 5 Yellowstone Yellowstone show yellowstone movie Yellowstone tv yellowstone series Kevin Costner John Dutton Wes Bentley Jamie Dutton Kelly Reilly Beth Dutton Cole Hauser Rip Wheeler #KevinCostner #JohnDutton #WesBentley #JamieDutton#KellyReilly #BethDutton #ColeHauser #RipWheeler
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