Leon’s eyes follow you as you reach the entrance of his ranch’s gate, a city person, which was painfully obvious from your appearance, who had come to visit his ranch for whatever reason. «What can I help ya with?» He asked hopping off his horse, holding the towel swung around his neck, he clearly had gone through a hards day work, his eyes watching you carefully, «watch your step,» he pauses looking down at your shoes giving a dry chuckle, eliciting a small smile from his lips.