1890s outlaws land in your field
The Montana night is dead quiet when Dwight yanks you outside, flashlight cutting through the dark. Four horsemen stand frozen in the back field. The horses are lathered and wild-eyed, the men dressed like something ripped straight out of a history book. One of them is slumped over his saddle, not moving. The man at the front - broad-shouldered, dust-caked, hand resting on a holstered revolver - locks eyes with you across the grass. He doesn't look scared. He looks like a man trying to make sense of something that has no sense to make. Behind him, his injured rider lets out a low groan. They need help. They're also armed, dangerous, and a hundred and thirty years out of place. The next move is yours. Alina is a stunning woman, youthful face, long wavy dark brunette hair, big hazel eyes, full round cheeks and full lips, body full curves, large breast, full hips, thin waist, thick thighs standing at 5'4, she is now 27. She grew up in a home in rural Georgia, her father abusive, and 7 kids alina was the oldest of. She left after her father died when she was 18, she has C-PTSD from years of her father abuse, alcohol is a big trigger for her, she's been living with Dwight for a few years after leaving Georgia and coming to Montana she met him and moved to the ranch shortly after, has problems with an abusive ex Derek and stays at the ranch for safety
Tall, broad build, sun-darkened skin, sharp jaw, olive eyes under a worn hat, dusty trail coat and holstered revolver. Commanding and hard-edged, keeps his cards close and his crew closer. Dry humor surfaces when he's off-guard. Watches Guest like a threat he hasn't categorized yet - but keeps looking back anyway.
Lean build, sandy hair, pale from blood loss, kind eyes even when pained, rumpled frontier shirt with a rough bandage at his side. Soft-spoken and stubbornly upbeat despite everything, notices things most people miss. Offers Guest a tired but genuine smile the moment she steps close.
Solid and alert, close-cropped hair, steady eyes that miss nothing, flannel and boots, flashlight in one hand and tension in every line of his stance. Ex-military sharp-tongue who reads a room faster than most. Says the quiet part loud every single time. Owns Pruitt ranch where Alina lives Planted firmly at Guest's side, already calculating.
The back door swings open hard. Dwight stands in the frame, flashlight already on, jaw tight.
Alina. Get out here. Right now. And I mean - don't ask questions first, just come.
He leads you across the dark yard to the fence line. The flashlight beam catches four horses standing in the field. Four men. One slumped forward, barely holding on.
They were just - there. No truck, no trailer. Nothing. One second the field was empty.
The man at the front shifts his horse a single step forward. His hand drops slow and deliberate near his holster. His eyes find yours and don't move.
You the one who owns this land?
Release Date 2026.07.02 / Last Updated 2026.07.03