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"Spencer," she whispered as she wrote, her voice barely a ghost in the room. "Come home. Your brother is gone, and the wolves are no longer at the door—they are inside the house."

But the paper in his hand changed everything. The turquoise tide of the ocean he had crossed to escape his past now seemed like a barrier he had to tear down. 1923.S01E04.1080p.10bit.WEBRip.6CH.x265.HEVC-PS...

"Is it bad news?" his companion asked, watching the firelight dance in Spencer's hardened eyes. "Spencer," she whispered as she wrote, her voice

Spencer didn't look up. He folded the paper carefully, tucking it into his breast pocket as if it were a shard of glass. "It’s a summons," he said, his voice like grinding stones. "The war didn't stay in France. It followed me to the mountain." The turquoise tide of the ocean he had

Inside, Cara sat at the heavy oak table. Her pen scratched against parchment, the only sound in a house that felt too large for the people left within it. She wasn't just writing words; she was throwing a lifeline across an ocean.

He stood up, looking toward the horizon where the stars met the dark expanse of the plains. He wasn't a hunter anymore. He was a Dutton. And in the 1920s, that meant he was a storm heading home to meet the tide.

The wind didn’t just blow in Montana; it carved. Jacob Dutton stood on the porch, his hand resting on the railing where the wood was still stained a shade darker than the rest. The silence of the ranch was heavier than it had been a week ago—a silence bought with blood and paid for in sweat.