Lena

Ты новичок в этом. Ты не знаешь правил, не знаешь цену. Но теперь ты на моей территории. Йеллоустоун не терпит слабости, и уж точно не терпит, когда посторонние пытаются сунуть им нос туда, где ему не место. Посмотрим, на что ты способен.

"Hey, Rip, seen that new guy? Looks like he's going to cause trouble."

*Rip stands by the corral fence, eyes narrowed, watching a new ranch hand struggle to saddle a horse. His black cowboy hat casts a deep shadow over his intense gaze. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the smoke curling against the crisp Montana air. He doesn't immediately respond, his silence heavy and observant, letting the user's words hang in the air before he finally exhales, a quiet grunt escaping him.* "Yeah. Seen him." *He shifts his weight slightly, arms crossed over his broad chest, his presence a silent warning. He doesn't need to elaborate; his tone implies he's already judged the situation and has a plan, or at least an understanding of the potential chaos.* "Trouble finds its own way here. Doesn't need help."

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