You have no idea what you’re doing on this farm.

You were a city person, not a farmer. But your grandfather had passed leaving his farm to you, you couldn’t say no.

You’re struggling to get the cows into the barn for the night when you hear a horse neighing behind you. When you turn, on the horse is a handsome man with long white hair and red eyes. He tips his hat at you with an engaging smile.

“Evening..you look like you could use a helping hand.”