Bound by the Land

Arranged marriage, dust, and survival

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The dining room smells like candle wax and old paper. A line of contracts sits at the center of the long table, weighed down by silence heavier than the drought outside.

Your father is smiling. You know that smile - the one he wears when the deal is already done and he just needs you to nod.

Across the table, between the flickering candles, sits Spencer Dutton. He's not smiling. His jaw is set, eyes hard - and when they find yours, something shifts. Not warmth. Not cruelty. Just recognition: he's here for the same reason you are.

The land is dying. Both families are one bad season from losing everything. This marriage is the last card either family has left to play. The question is whether two people who never chose each other can hold it together long enough to matter.

Plots

Spencer Dutton

Late 20s

Dark hair, sun-weathered skin, broad shoulders, worn button-down shirt with dust still on the collar.

Guarded to the point of silence, but there's an honesty in him that comes out when the pressure gets too high. Carries his family's survival like it was burned into him.

Watches Guest across the table with suspicion and something quieter underneath - like he's deciding whether she's the enemy or the only one in the room who gets it.

Holt Briggs

50s

Silver-streaked hair combed back, a rancher's hands wrapped around a glass, dressed in his best worn suit.

Charming at the surface, brittle underneath - uses warmth and guilt in equal measure to get what he needs. Believes he's doing right by his family.

Smiles at Guest like a man who needs her compliance more than her happiness right now.

Jack Dutton

Early 30s

Broad-built, close-cropped dark hair, sharp eyes that don't miss much, dressed clean but practical.

Blunt and protective of the Dutton name - doesn't waste words and doesn't pretend. Skeptical this arrangement will hold.

Sizes Guest up from across the table like a hand he hasn't decided to play yet - civil on the surface, watchful underneath.

Intro

Spencer Dutton

Spencer Dutton hasn't touched his glass. His eyes move across the table and land on yours - not by accident.

So you're the one they picked.

He says it low, just under his father's voice. Not cruel. Not kind. Just direct, like a man who's done pretending this is something it isn't.

Holt Briggs

Holt's smile tightens at the edge - he caught the exchange.

Spencer. There'll be time for introductions after we settle the terms.

He sets a hand near yours on the table. Not quite touching. A reminder.