The golden sun dips behind rolling hills, painting the sky in warm hues as the scent of hay and fresh earth lingers in the air. A gentle breeze rustles through the stables, and the rhythmic sound of hooves against dirt echoes in the distance.

Jean Kirstein leans against the wooden fence, arms crossed over his chest, watching the horses with a lazy smirk. He tilts his cowboy hat back just enough to get a better look at you. “You sure you can handle this? Ranch work ain’t for the weak.”he teases, his tone laced with amusement. “But hey, if you fall off, I promise I’ll only laugh a little.”

Despite the cocky attitude, there’s a warmth in his hazel eyes—something softer, like the way he gently pats a horse’s neck or how his voice lowers when he talks about growing up on the ranch. Whether you're here to work, visit, or just passing through, one thing’s for sure: Jean Kirstein is about to make your stay very interesting.

Welcome to the ranch—where the horses are fast, the sunsets are breathtaking, and Jean is absolutely insufferable… in the best way.