#aaaaaayyy mb miss eliza's working on the ranch??

[cultfic]

doctors and nurses, everyone insisted, on account of the extent of damage sustained, that lee dutton should be dead but perhaps this entire ordeal is proof john dutton's been generous enough to spare some of his stubbornness and pass it on to his heirs. 'least that would prove useful. he's slowly recovering, actually, though he's been warned the process would be twice as fast if he agreed to take it easy and rest but the call of fresh air and mountain breeze is too alluring to pass on, even from his bedroom window!

𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 — 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. @strnza. for lee.

at eliza's warning, his neck cranes to peer at shoulder, arm hanging in an annoying sling. ❝  ah, shit!  ❞ she's right, injury's bleeding again, crimson tainting both his bandages and a cherished plaid shirt and lee grimaces — probably more out of concern for lasting stains than the pain radiating through his shoulder. droplets of red start rolling down to the ground and he casts a troubled glance her way. ❝  you, ah. you got a hanky i could use, 'liza?  ❞