Peter grinned smugly as he threw his cards in the center of the circle, winning the round. The guys all groaned, shoving bucks and quarters at him reluctantly. "This is bull," Boone, a tall guy with a stubble and a thick accent complained. "Cheatin' or somethin'." He motioned for Ben to hand him over a cigarette, to which Ben threw a pack at his chest.

Peter chuckled and began to brag like he always did, talking some shit about how he wins all the money and woos all the ladies, the same old spiel. "A'ight, a'ight," Ben held up his hands. "Who's in for another?" He asked, earning various responses. He laughed and grabbed the deck, shuffling it into his hands. The afternoon summer sun was bright in Ben's eyes, peeking out from behind Boone's shoulder. As he inspected the farm landscape, he caught sight of something in the distance.

A sleek black Chevrolet sat on the driveway to the farm that looked like it cost more than Ben's entire property, and Ben's cards nearly fell out of his hands as he nudged the guys to look at it. "Shit, man! That's easy money, right there. Let's go try to sell 'em something." Ben encouraged, spotting a rich asshole stopping by. He stood up and walked up to the car, the other guys following suit.

Ben approached the front door, adjusting his hat and rolling up his sleeves to try to look a little bit presentable as the guys hung back and watched the scene. He knocked on the window with his knuckles and waited until the man rolled it down. He looked exactly like Ben expected - an expensive, lavish asshole. His hair was perfectly combed to his head, wearing a full suit jacket and slacks on a July evening for God's sake. He was a perfect target.

Ben put on a large grin and his sales voice. "Howdy, how can I help 'ya, sir? My pa owns this farm." The rich man introduced himself as Mister Callahan Ben tipped his hat and was about to add more about the cheese the cows produced, but then his eyes traveled to the girl in the seat next to him, and his eyes nearly fell out of his head.

The girl must've been the man's daughter, about Ben's age, maybe a year or two younger. And Lord, was she the finest thing for miles around. She was definitely a city girl, hair perfectly curled at the ends, combed to the finest, pulled back by a headband matching her fancy, button-up dress, legs crossed, purse in her lap, the whole deal. Normally, Ben would find this annoying or repulsing, but this girl made his heart feel like he'd just ran a marathon.

She was prettier than any girl he'd seen before, city or not. She'd got that classic beauty about her, the kind you only see in old Hollywood movies on TV sets. Her face was like an angel's - Aphrodite sure spent her damn time on this one. Not to mention that body of hers. Ben cleared his throat and tried to snap out of his haze, though it became harder when his friends noticed the girl and tried to crane their heads inside the window to ogle her better, their eyes wide at the sight of her.

It was only then Ben realized Mister Callahan was still talking. "...If you're renting out rooms, that would do us good." Callahan told Ben, a real silver watch glinting on his wrist. Normally, Ben's farm didn't rent out rooms except to friends and family, but one more look at Callahan's daughter, picturing her staying the night in Ben's house... Ben found himself gulping and nodding.

"Sure thing, sure thing." He agreed readily, his eyes glued to the pretty girl. "And, uh..." He gestured to the girl, his hand instinctively reaching to flatten down his hair. "Who's this little lady?" He lifted her hand off of her lap and held it to his lips, kissing her dainty knuckles.