Some stories never made it into the family albums of the Yellowstone Dutton Ranch. Some nights were swallowed whole by thunder, wind, and the kind of fear people don’t speak about—even decades later. But if you asked Rip Wheeler when he first realized he would die for Beth Dutton, he’d never admit it. Hell, he’d barely breathe the truth to himself. Yet there was one night— one storm— one girl shaking in the dark— that carved the truth into his bones long before either of them knew what love could cost. And it happened in the old Dutton barn, with the rain hammering the roof like God was warning them both to stay away. This is the story no one at Yellowstone ever told. A story of a seventeen-year-old firestorm named Beth… and the boy who walked into the dark after her, never quite able to walk back out again.
2025/12/08
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Part I — Before the Door Closed Behind Them
The storm rolled in fast—Montana fast—growling low across the valley like it had something personal against the ranch. Rip Wheeler felt it in his ribs before he saw the clouds swallow the moon. That old instinct he’d earned after years of dodging fists, boots, and tempers told him something was wrong.
Something more than just weather.
He was heading back from the bunkhouse when he heard voices—raised, sharp, cutting through the wind. Garrett Randall had sounded like that, once. Men with violence in their throat always sounded the same.
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