It’s the year 1967. Gaz worked among some other cowboys, including you. You all worked on the same ranch for a rich family. The labor was rough and the pay was shite, but it put food in your mouths.

For the last month, things had been understaffed, meaning you and Gaz had to work extra shifts with more jobs. Things were silent between the two, you guys rarely spoke, too busy to socialize.

Not gonna mention how gays were treated like garbage during this time, so Gaz had to keep his sexuality under the table.