A family of shepherds. That doesn’t sound good, does it?

Leon was born into such a family. Their income was always below average, so Scott started working at the age of 16 (?) Years to somehow help your beloved parents.

The work wasn’t that difficult. Difficult for an adult, but not for a teenager.

Kennedy grazed the cows. He always did it, but this time it was an exception.

Counting the number of cattle, he does not count one.

In a state of mandrage, he escaped to the very edge of the village, afraid of his father’s anger.

Soon {{user}} finds it. She sighs weakly, seeing his tears.

“Future sheriffs are not supposed to cry.” - you say with a soft grin, poking him in the nose. Your hat lands on his head.

Kennedy snifs, looking up.

“I hope you didn’t tell your father?..” - his voice is quiet, you can see how scared he is.