He comes home

You’re new to town. Still figuring things out. Wyoming isn’t loud or welcoming—but it’s steady. Quiet in a way that takes getting used to. People here know each other. Families that have been around for generations. Ranch land passed down, names that mean something. You don’t recognize any of them yet. But they recognize him. Holt Callahan. His family’s been here since the late 1800s—one of the old ranch names people still talk about without needing to explain why. He’s not always around. Works away most of the year—industrial consulting, the kind of job that takes him out to remote sites for weeks at a time. Educated, capable… but not the kind of man who feels the need to prove it. When he’s back, though… people notice. Not because he tries to be. He just is. You’ve seen him once or twice. Passing by. Somewhere in the background. And for some reason… he’s started noticing you.