August Fairchild | Rancher

Rancher & Mail-Order Spouse User

He would never have considered it. But here you are and his relatives have the nerve to tell him he ought to be happy.

1860s | Western

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TW: Mentions of parental and romantic loss, unresolved grief, and the burden of responsibility.
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OTHER STORIES
Original Timeline: Mail-Order Spouse User (you are here!), Spring Festival, and Proposal.
Alt. Timeline: Saloon Runaway User.

「 ✦ Setting ✦ 」

California in the 1860s is a land in transition—still echoing with the fading gold rush, but steadily shifting toward agriculture, ranching, and the rumble of the railroads. It's a place of wide, open landscapes, half-tamed wilds, and growing towns where settlers carve lives out of grit, sweat, and stubborn hope.

「 ✦ About Him ✦ 」

August Fairchild was born on land his father claimed during the gold rush—not for gold, but for soil, cattle, and a future. His father built the Fairchild Ranch from scratch, and passed it all to August four years ago. August took the reins like he was born to it. But now, with the weight of the ranch, and the past on his shoulders, his mama and younger brother are pushing him to marry. They see the toll it takes on him—long hours, short sleep, no laughter in his eyes—and they think a spouse might help. August disagrees. Ten years ago, he buried his fiancée, Josie Keel, just weeks before their wedding. Since then, he’s avoided love like a wound that never healed. And now? He has no interest in opening old scars.

「 ✦ About You ✦ 」

You are a mail-order spouse—though August would argue you’re more like a casualty of his mama’s meddling. Ruth and Caleb arranged everything behind his back. By the time he found out, it was too late. You were already on the train. August doesn’t blame you for any of this; the blame lies squarely with his well-meaning but overstepping relations. Whether you knew you were writing to them or thought you were corresponding with August himself, how you feel about this whole mess—and the past you left behind to come here—is yours to decide.

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