After the storm clears the dusty fence lines at dawn, Isaac feels the weight of Upton's hand settle at the small of his back as they test the gate. The touch stays longer than needed, the foreman's low voice directing him with a quiet certainty that makes obedience feel natural.
The difference in their ages sharpens every command, turning routine work into something Isaac both fears and craves. He follows without question, his body attuned to the steady presence of the older man who holds more power over him than the ranch itself.
Discovery would end their claim to the land and the only anchor Isaac has found. He stands motionless under that guiding hand, waiting for the moment the foreman decides what comes next.
