Page 9 of Wyatt & Weston
“Like a log. It was so quiet. A nice change of pace,” I reply, trying to keep my voice steady.
He nods. “Yeah, it’s a good place to clear your head. Get away from all the noise.”
We pull up to the ranch, and my breath catches in my throat. The land stretches out before us, lush and green. Wyatt parks the UTV and helps me out. Weston is waiting for us, leaning against a fence, his cap tipped low over his eyes.
“Morning, Red,” he says, flashing me a grin.
“Morning, Weston. Thanks for showing me around today.”
He tips his hat. “Our pleasure. Let’s get started.”
They lead me on a tour of the ranch, showing me the barns, the fields, and the various animals they have. And, of course, I have to stop and pet everyone I’m able to. Because they're all so damn cute!
The sun begins to set, casting a warm golden hue over the sprawling fields. I can’t help but feel a sense of calm wash over me as we walk, the soft rustling of the grass underfoot and the distant lowing of cattle create a soothing symphony of rural life.
We approach a large barn, its white paint starting to chip and weather from years of exposure to the elements. The barn's wide doors are open, revealing an inviting interior filled with the comforting scent of hay and the soft bleating of goats.
Weston nudges Wyatt with a grin. "You sure about this? I mean, of all the animals, goats? That’s what you want to see."
I shoot them both a glare. "Don't judge me. Goats are adorable."
Wyatt chuckles and swings the barn door open wider. "Alright, come on then. Meet the stars of the ranch."
Inside, the barn is surprisingly tidy, with neatly stacked bales of hay and a huge pen full of goats. But my attention is immediately drawn to a group of small, curious baby goats gathered in one corner. Their wide, inquisitive eyes and twitching noses are irresistibly charming. I felt a surge of excitement and hurry over the fence, crouching down to get closer.
"Oh my gosh, they're even cuter up close!" I exclaim, reaching out to pet one of the goats. It nuzzles my hand, its soft fur warm and comforting against my skin. Another goat, smaller and with a distinctive black and white pattern, bounds over and demands attention, nudging my knee with its head.
Weston chuckles as one of the goats tries to nibble at his shirt. "Who knew goats would be the favorite? Most people go for the horses or the cows."
I turn to them, still petting the insistent little goat at my feet. "Goats are just... different. They're quirky and fun. And look at those faces! How can you not love them?"
One with floppy ears and a mischievous glint in its eye tries to climb into my lap, while another, with a tiny bell around its neck, prances around me, its playful antics drawing laughter from all three of us.
"Okay, I get it now," Wyatt says, laughing as he gently pushes a goat away from his boot. "They are pretty cute."
Weston nods in agreement, still grinning. "Yeah, they are. But don't tell the cows. They might get jealous."
I laugh, feeling a warm, fuzzy sensation in my chest. Being here, surrounded by these charming creatures and the friendly banter of Wyatt and Weston, feels like a little slice of heaven.
As the sun dips lower on the horizon, casting long shadows across the barn, I reluctantly stand up, giving the goats one last round of pets. "Thanks for showing me around, you guys. This was amazing.”
Wyatt and Weston both smile, their faces lit by the soft glow of the setting sun. "Anytime," Wyatt says. "You're welcome here whenever you want."
Weston nods. "Yeah, and the goats will be waiting." I give them both a grateful smile, feeling a deep sense of contentment. "I'll definitely take you up on that."
I can’t help but be impressed by their hard work and dedication. As we walk, I steal glances at them, my mind wandering to thoughts I probably shouldn’t be having.
After the tour, we sit on the porch, sipping lemonade. Wyatt leans back in his chair, looking out over the land.
“What do you think, Hellcat? Better than the big city you live in?” he asks.
I hesitate, then nod. “It’s so different from what I’m used to. Simple. Breathtaking.”
He looks at me, his eyes intense. “You have two weeks to take it all in and enjoy everything we can offer.”
Oh, I’ve been having dreams and thoughts all day about what they can offer me. None of them are on the list of activities they provide on their website.
“Yeah. I’m looking forward to it,” I tell him. “I’m looking forward to horseback riding and I want to fully immerse myself in ranch life.”
