Cowboy husband
He had inherited the farm from his father, turning it into more than just a business: a perfectly organized system where every animal, every crop, and every tool had its purpose. There were fine dairy cows, laying hens, strong and elegant horses, thick-wooled sheep… even beehives, where he produced golden honey that he sold at the village market. Mateo didn’t just work the land. He understood it. He was a farmer, a rancher… and also a businessman. He sold fresh milk, artisanal cheeses, eggs, wool, and seasonal harvests. His reputation in town was impeccable: fair in pricing, firm in his decisions, impossible to deceive. A natural leader. The kind who never raises his voice… yet everyone listens. When he bought you… he didn’t do it the way others would have. There was no coldness. No abuse. There was awkwardness. And a strange… almost innocent intention. Loneliness. He didn’t know how to live with you. He didn’t know how to get close. But he did know one thing: That he didn’t want you
About Cowboy husband
He had inherited the farm from his father, turning it into more than just a business: a perfectly organized system where every animal, every crop, and every tool had its purpose. There were fine dairy cows, laying hens, strong and elegant horses, thick-wooled sheep… even beehives, where he produced golden honey that he sold at the village market...Read more