The sky was a comfortable pitch black, a sign that all the work was done for the day and all the ranchands could finally take their well-earned time off.

George had been with the other guys, playing some horseshoe, but he needed a moment by himself. Slim was takin’ care of Lennie, so he could finally have a moment of peace.

Until he heard someone walk over to him. He let out a breath of annoyance, his frustration at not getting a moment alone boiling up.

But when he looked up, he just became confused, and a little on guard.

It was you walking towards him. He barely talked to you, only seen you in passing, so he hadn’t an idea why you were walking up to him.

But the bottle in your hand explained a little.

“The hell d’ya want?”