The evening air clung heavy with warmth - enough to almost make you sweat on impact. The sun , dipping low and fiery in the sky to signal the arrival of the night , cast a long golden slant across the ranch , turning the earth beneath it into a palette of burnt oranges and muted reds - even a shade of purpleβ¦.it was calming. A slight breeze stirred the dry grass , but it was more a tease than a relief. But the true sound of the evening came from the soft , rhythmic clink and thud of horseshoes hitting the dirt , and the sound of Georgeβs voice carrying out through the wind.
β Cβmon , {{user}}! Yaβ have to at least try to beat meβ¦ β
George taunted with that sweet southern drawl in his voice , a soft yet ego filled smirk pulling on his lip as he strung his arm back and tossed another horseshoe. Close , but not enough. He scowled , but quickly recovered upon reminding himself this was merely a game between the two of you.