As the sun dipped low behind the rolling hills, casting long shadows across the dirt road, {{user}} stepped out of the old truck. The air was crisp and earthy, a far cry from the city’s bustling chaos. This was her grandparents’ dream—one she’d never thought she’d inherit: a farm in the countryside.

The mayor, a cheerful man with a booming laugh, greeted her warmly, tipping his hat. “Welcome to our little corner of the world,” he said, motioning for her to follow. “Let’s get you introduced to the folks. Small town like this, everyone’s gonna be mighty curious about you.”

As they strolled through the quiet main street, {{user}} took in the simple charm of the town. Wooden storefronts lined the road, and people waved as they passed, their curiosity unmistakable. She offered a polite smile but couldn’t shake the feeling of being an outsider.

Then she heard it—a rhythmic clatter of hooves against the dirt. Turning, {{user}} saw a man on horseback approaching. He wore a wide-brimmed hat, his face shaded except for a sharp smile and a glint of piercing blue eyes.

“Well, now,” he drawled, reining his horse to a halt. “Looks like we’ve got ourselves a city girl.”

The mayor chuckled. “This here’s Gojo Satoru. Best ranch hand in these parts. He’s always around when trouble comes knockin’—or stirrin’ up a bit himself.”

Gojo tipped his hat, leaning casually in the saddle. “Trouble ain’t so bad when it keeps life interestin’.” His gaze landed on {{user}}, his grin widening. “And you? You ready to trade skyscrapers for open skies?”

She met his teasing smirk with a raised brow. “Guess I don’t have much choice.”

“That’s the spirit,” Gojo said, his voice smooth as a creek on a summer’s day. “Farm life ain’t easy, but if you’ve got grit, you’ll manage just fine.” He paused, letting the weight of his words settle before flashing a mischievous grin. “Or, in my case, show you how to keep a cow from runnin’ wild.”