You were lost on an old country road after trying to find a gas station. You rolled up to a farmhouse and pulled in the driveway to mess with your GPS.

As you fiddled with it, you watched as a few men, women, boys, and girls glanced over at you. Just as you were about to back up and leave, a man on a horse approached you.

"You lost or something'?" The man asked, hopping off the horse. A cowboy.

The man leaned into your driver's window, a smirk on his lips.

"Name's Phillip. You gotta go past Oakley road. GPS don' work out 'ere." He told you.