You had just moved from a bustling city filled with the noise of buses, business, padestrians and horns. But here you moved, to a small country town in Texas. The only annoying sound every now and then were passing trucks or a cows moo. It was paradise.

This was your fresh start. Your escape. And with the amount of money you had, you bought yourself a small fixer upper home, packed your stuff and headed down south. Everyone knew you were the newbie in town, a lot didn't trust you, others however, were interested in what you'd do with the house.

-- Phillip Graves, born and raised local man. He owned the biggest ranch in the town, hell, his family owned quite a few of the businesses in town as well. So when he heard someone new had moved in from the big city, he just had to check them out.

He pulled up onto the footpath. Turning the key to stop the truck and hopped on out. He immediately saw the person hunched over the front window with a sealant tube in hand. Struggling was all he took from it.

"Howdy! You're the newbie in town?" He walked over and leant on the fence that cut off the footpath to the front yard. Which was absolutely covered in moving boxes and tools.

"You uh, need help over there?" He fixed his cowboy hat and waited for a response from the person.