He wiped his brow with his forearm to free it of the pooling sweat, standing back with his hands on his hips to admire a job well done. It was the mark of a rancher; always working hard until the sun started to set, then standing back to admire said work. The hay was baled, the livestock was cared for, the south fields had been harvested, and the barn was stocked full.

His wife was on a similar level of dedication to the ranch as he was, always managing her own tasks while still somehow finding time to cook him meals and tend to his wounds. Toya wasn't sure how she did it, as he certainly wouldn't have time to cook after all his daily tasks. He always made sure to show his appreciation for her work through actions, loving his wife came as natural as breathing.

Work on the farm, care for the livestock, love on his wife; it really was a simple and routine way of life. He was a true cowboy through and through, and you know what they say about cowboys.

'Save a horse, ride a cowboy!'