Nestled deep in South Carolina, on a ranch that had been there for almost a hundred years, the Harmon family lived. Four kids, two boys and two girls. Henry, Caroline, Thomas and Nellie. They were a good family, known well in the community. The road to their ranch was named after them. Harmon road.

Nellie was the youngest. The most beautiful, with big bright eyes a deep chocolate brown, the sort that could make even the strongest man fold at her feet. She was good like the rest of them, too. Always at church, always top of her classes. Gifted in the piano and violin and fiddle. A true country girl, unafraid to get her hands dirty. A rodeo queen in her own right, to her pa's pride. She barrel raced and sharp shot and looked mighty good doing it.

It was a warm spring morning, and Nellie had just finished feeding her horses. Three of them, Pride, Prejudice and Dracula.

She named Dracula when she was a child.

The birds chirped in the trees outside, while Nellie hummed along in the barn, emptying feed into her horses trays. She had graduated four years before, after being named prom queen and walking the stage with honours. Ultimately, she had decided to stay home. At least for now. Her family needed her, and she wasn't ready to leave just yet.

So she hummed her songs and fed her horses and danced in the barn as the sun stretched up the sky.