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Wonder’s of You (Part I)

Summary: Y/N going through the trials and tribulations of moving and starting a new life in Wyoming.

Warning: ANGSTT, future smut, Mention of addiction, mention of car crash, legal terms, mentions of guns, Rhetts smokin hot ass, Mean!Y/N

WC: 2.9k

a/n: I was not kidding when I said I would start a fic about our fine ass Rhett Abbott😌 Part II will be out soonnnnn enjoyyy

Y/N was born and raised in Santa Ana, California. Daughter to the family of Paloma Hacienda that was built from scratch by her Grandfather and her father. Immigrants running from the dangers of the drug war in Sonora, Mexico. Selling everything they owned, picking up every last penny they hid from the money hungry drug lords.

Her grandfather made the riskiest call the night before. Using the payphone early in the morning, he rang Richard Olivares, a long time friend of his, who as well fled somewhere in the United States. During that call, The Olivares sent help for his family to cross to the United States. The Olivares resided in Wyoming, unfortunately land was not up for sale. Taking the loan from him, The Gonzalez owed $30,000 dollars to the Olivares, land in Santa Ana, California was soon awaiting them.

Y/N’s father was a mere 9 year old who feared for his family, and crossing the border into California was nothing compared to the constant fear they faced back in their small ranch in Sonora. In Santa Ana, that’s were Paloma Hacienda was born.

Y/N was born into the country life, and her younger sister, Alma along with her 2 male cousins, Eduardo and Ricky. Herding cattle, feeding the animals, riding the horses and waking up at 5:30 am was second nature.

Grandpa Ricky was tremendously proud of how dedicated his family to maintain the Hacienda. It was around that time when Y/N had turned 18 and decided on majoring in agriculture, since being the oldest of her sibling and family, she was fearful of leaving her family and home behind. Her grandfather had pushed her to not be fearful, that her cousin��s would do just fine. That’s what she feared the most, growing up she constantly had to defy the stereotype of a female being in charge of the land. Her family had beliefs that were set on the males of the family to take care of the land and the females with the housework.

That all changed for her grandfather when Y/N was born, her personality outshined everyone and was fierce enough to take on the responsibility of becoming the future landowner of Hacienda Paloma. She made sure to make that known with her male family members. She was strong, and rough when in charge. For her, the pressure was immense, one slip up and she believed they would replace her with her second oldest cousin Eduardo. She constantly had to prove herself, trying to perfectly master each farm task while working the land and taking care of the cattle.

Her father helped but mainly focused on the financial aspect of the ranch. Her mother was a Texan cowgirl with indigenous decent that enriched the already aztec culture she was raised in.

She left for college and during her visits back, she realized that her absence had become known on the ranch. Her horse Chester was slender than usual, the sheep had become lazy, and the crops wilted more and more as time passed. This stressed her, she wanted to drop everything and run back home but she knew it would disappoint her family. Especially her grandfather, who looked older and sicker each time she came back. Her stress and worry while she was away made her rely on the only thing she knew. Alcohol.

She found herself drinking every other day, ‘releasing stress’. She made friends in her classes, go out to the cantinas with her peers, drinking away there worries. She hadn’t realized that it was a problem till she was blackout drunk near the entrance of her dorm room. It was a pity of a scene. No matter what disciplinary act the university had against Y/N, alcohol was never out of the picture.

The week of her graduation, she got the call Grandpa Ricky was too sick to travel to her graduation. She decided to drown her sorrow in the nearest cantina where she later had a drunk driving incident that left her traumatized and in legal trouble.

Her first DUI. Luckily, no one was hurt, her car was totaled, but she was forced to seek treatment in order for the court to not suspend her FOID card and License.

Explaining to her parents on the day of her graduation on how her car was demolished and why she needed to go to AA meetings was enough to shock them. They looked disappointed but most of all worried.

“ Don’t worry I got it handled.” She would note to them, her dad shook her head.

“ You better!”

“ Honey, we are so proud of you, you will get through this just- don’t tell anyone. Especially your grandfather.” A pang of hurt rang through Y/N body. Her image for the family was worth more than her mental and substance abuse. So she did what she always did, nod and smile.

Eduardo, was not pleased with Y/N coming back. He was a pretty lousy caretaker of the Hacienda. He was annoyed of always hearing people complain about his ways of handling the land. Especially when his grandfather would compare him with her.

After settling back into her old role on the ranch, Grandpa Ricky became ill once again. Losing Grandpa Ricky would change everything. Absolutely everything.

The night before Grandpa Ricky died, he called for Y/N to his room. As she arrived her father had walked out, pale and fear written all over his face. Y/N figured she would ask him later after talking with her grandfather.

“ Hi tito, how are you.” She would ask with a small smile as she removed her western hat down, sitting next to the bed he laid comfortably in. She was trying so hard to be strong, for the family, and hell even for grandpa. He laughed softly, “ I remember when you started calling me tito.”

“ Abuelito, was a hard word for me.” She teased as she took his soft, weak hand.

“ Y/N, you have done so much for this family. Our land. I am extremely proud of you.” Y/N fought back tears as she heard her grandfather huff out, his breathing became heavy.

“ Tito..” She croaked out. He put his hand up to stop her.

“ You are responsible now. Do not be afraid of change. Remember that.” He sternly remarked. Y/N only could give a small nod with tears streaming down. She didn’t know if she was more worried about become the primary landowner or of losing her grandfather. The next morning, Grandpa Ricky had passed away in his sleep, holding the picture of his wife, who passed when Y/N was recently born.

The days only got worse, an estate lawyer called the family into the office in the Hacienda where he stated from grandpa’s will :

“The Olivares and Gonzalez where partnered ever since the purchase of the ranch. With my absence, Hacienda Paloma shall be sold- in return, debt will be repaid to The Olivares. 5% of earnings of the sold property shall be kept by The Gonzalez to relocated to the property I bought in Wyoming….”

Y/N’s family was shocked and saddened to learn about their unexpected move to a state they only acquainted with once.

Y/N life was moving way too fast, it nearly pushed her to the brink to drown in a must needed drink. The thing that stopped her from drinking- the anger she felt towards the Olivares.

After leaving the empty structure and land behind in Santa Ana, California, Y/N suppressed her sadness and lead her family to their new home. In every truck her family member owned, they carried every horse, sheep, and cattle they owned. Y/N had brought along the 5 horses she and her dad owned. At night during the rest stops, Y/N made sure to check in every carrier to sooth and feed the scared animals. She could hear her family softly snore in their trucks as she cried softly on her horse Chester.

“ Oh Chester… I don’t know what to do.” Y/N sniffled as she let her forehead rest on his nose. He huffed softly and licked her salty tears.

As they entered through the town that led to the ranch in Wyoming, she could see the folks turn and stare at the loud and new coming family. Y/N rolled her eyes, she just wanted to get to this damn place she had to call home. Most importantly to find the Olivares and spit in their face.

We stood outside the 200 acres of land that looked seemingly abandoned. The mountains gave the ranch home enough of a great view. The home consisted of only 4 rooms. Seeing as the family was built of 8 members, people would have to sleep in the living room, for the meantime. That day consisted of Y/N ordering her family to unload and move belongings into the house before heading over to the abandoned barn that would hold the animals for the meantime.

“ This is a fucking mess.” Eduardo grumbled as he opened the barn and stared at the rundown stables. Y/N sighed and nodded, “ Grandpa really fucked us over.”

Y/N smacked his head in anger, “ At least be grateful, son.” He flinched and rolled his eyes as he held his head. “ It could be worse- we could be homeless.”

“ If you say so boss.” Eduardo taunted as he made his way to help and somehow make the stables work for the animals.

The next morning, with no sleep under her belt, Y/N stood up before anyone. Setting Chester up, they trotted around the property scoping the land. It wasn’t California anymore.

Once Chester and her were back, her father was awaiting her, his grey western hat in hand.“ Before we go into town, we need to drop this off, Darlin’.” He pulled the check from his back pocket. She huffed in anger, nodding and handing Chester to Eduardo.

“ Let’s go.” She spat as she fixed her brown hat that had tilted down.

“ We are sorry for your loss, but business is business. If you need anything-” Mr. Olivares said as he smugly took the check from her father. They currently sat in his home office, his daughter Maria sitting silently to the side of his study.

“ We don’t need nothin from you, sir.” Y/n spat glaring at both Maria and Mr. Olivares.

“ Y/N-” Her father ordered, she stood up walking up to his desk where he sat, narrowing his eyes at Y/N’s anger demeanor.

“ Your family took almost everything from us. I hope this will be enough for y’all to stay the fuck away from us.” Tears of anger pooled under her eyes as she exited the home of the Olivares. Her father calling for her as she waited for him in the truck. The lecture her father gifted her lasted enough till they were in town.

“ I told the true, papa.” She huffed in annoyance as she slammed the car door, without noticing she had ran into a man, it nearly knocked her off her boots. Her hands held on to the broad shoulders and arms of the stranger. Her western hat flying to the ground, she looked up and found the most beautiful pair of blue eyes, tan skin, an afternoon shadow around his jaw, and dirty brown short hair that curled at the ends behind his ears. His cowboy hat slightly titled up enough to see his brows and forehead.

“ ’M sorry Darlin’.” The man spoke with a deep soft voice, she realized she was still holding on to him. She coughed and pulled away from him and reached for her hat, settling it on her on Y/H/C head. She saw her father run to her side asking if everything was alright. She brushed off her flannel, to play off their awfully intimate encounter that made her cheeks burn.

“ ‘m fine… ‘scuse me.” Y/N stumbled over her words as she glanced at the grinning man, moving past him.

Even throughout the day, she would catch herself thinking about the man. His eyes, his voice-

“ Earth to Y/N?!” Alma, her sister, waved in front of her zoned out sister. They were in their new shared room, Alma was rambling about how graduating early only would make it boring for her, and that she would have to work on the ranch now that she doesn’t have school.

“ Sorry, got lot goin’ on right now.” Alma smiled softly and sat next to her sister.

“ Don’t worry too much! We’ll be fine, without you this whole plan would have gone south a long time ago.” The sisters laughed and held each other in a comforting embrace Y/N needed.

The next morning, the family was up ready to start the fixing the barn and fencing the ranch much needed. Alma had decided to help that morning, wearing her boots and wearing her father’s black western hat to protect her from the Wyoming sun. Y/N made sure to saddle up Chester to make her daily trot around the land, she was determined to memorize the land like the back of her hand.

Y/N could see her family from afar fixing and building up the barn. Alma was helping her uncle unload the hay off the truck. Soon material ran out and Alma decided to head into town with her cousin Ricky.

As the family took a break before heading back to work, Y/N hopped off Chester to go inside the shared home.

“Mama?”

“ In here!” Y/N found her mama brewing coffee in the kitchen, her aunt cooking up a storm for the hungry fellows that were soon to storm in. She smiled at her tired daughter, opening her arms from an embrace. She gladly took the opportunity.

“ How’s it going out there hun’.” She questioned before heading back to organizing the cabinets with the remaining dishes in the moving boxes. Y/N pinched her nose and closed her eyes in exhaustion.

“ Mama we are more busy than a dog with fleas.” The expression had her mama chuckle.

“ Child, y’all are given it you’re all,” her southern accent rang softly as she crossed her arms to stare at her oldest daughter.

Y/N sighed, “ I know mama…. It’s just-” Her mother walked over to hold her hand.

“Baby… we’ve sacrificed so much. Do the Gonzalez’s ever give up on a challenge?” Y/N cracked with a smile and playfully rolled her eyes. “ A’right off you go!” Her mother playful pushed her out the door back to help her family.

It didn’t take long before Eduardo’s truck was dusting up the trail towards the entrance of the ranch. Y/N and Chester galloped towards the entrance of the ranch. The sun beaming down as she saw Alma jump out the bed of the truck. Her eyes gleamed and cheeks red, ‘He is soooo hot!’ she mouthed and before Y/N could react, he stepped out the truck. The man from back in town.

“ Folks we got ‘nother pair of helpin’ hands!” Ricky cheered as he hopped out the driving side, pointing to the man. He wore dark washed jeans, dark blue short-sleeve shirt, enough to show his strong arms, white western hat.

Alma charmingly walked over to him who had meet eyes with Y/N instantly recognizing her.

“ Don’t worry, we don’t bite.” She giggled, her hand lacing around his.

“ Alma, get inside the house.” Alma pouted, letting go of his arm. “Now.” Alma scoffed.

“ I’ll be back.” She whispered to the man, who smiled back to her and then back to Y/N.

“ Ricky, c’mere.” Y/N hopped of Chester and handed him to Ricky. Y/N couldn’t help her heart flutter in anticipation. Who are you?

“ She’s 17 ya know.” Y/N spat at the man as she walked towards him, he frowned at her comment and before he could respond Y/N cut him off. “ Who are you and why are you on my property?” Y/N maintained a stoic expression as she eyed the man.

He smirked, “ The name’s Rhett. Rhett Abbott. Apologizes if their was some kinda’ misunderstanding with your-”

“ Sister.”

“ Right.” He chuckled lightly, she striped off her heavy duty gloves, trying not to focus so much on how his muscles flexed for no insignificant reason. “ The Olivares sent me to help. More like lookin’ for a job.”

Y/N eyes narrowed, her blood ran cold at the sound of their name. “ We ain’t hiring.” She spat in annoyance. Of course, she thought, they sending over spies now. Rhett could tell her discontent with his response.

“ I know how to fix stuff- well, fencing, I can start there.” He signaled to the lack of fencing wire around the land. Y/N’s anger fueled by the minute he spoke, the attraction she felt toward Rhett soon flew out the window.

“ We ain’t looking for no help. You can tell your boss that.” Y/N exclaimed, crossing her arms, making sure to stand her ground. Rhett sighed and looked down at his boots.

“ Ma’am I assure-” Y/N walked up to to Rhett hand up to stop him from him continuing.

“ Next time I see you step on my property. I will not hesitated to shot you. Got it, sunshine.” Y/N threatened, a menacing smile lingering in her pink lips. Rhett just stood there, mouth dry and deeply aroused by Y/N response, his mind dizzy as he got a whiff of her scent. Her shirt tight around her chest as it rose up and down with each deep breath.

“ Ricky,” She walked away from the stunned man, “ Give him a ride won’t ya.” On the way back to town he knew damn well what he needed to do. He needed to do whatever it took to win Y/N over.

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