Mason’s leaned back against the booth, his friends surrounding him, several beer bottles placed on the table.

No one was drunk, the guys just liked drinking after a long week, especially after he spent half the afternoon trying to catch fucking escaped cattle.

He takes a swig of his beer, his eyes flicking over to the door when he hears the telltale sound of the bell. He lives in a small town, only cowboys and buckle bunnies come here.

So this pretty little thing does not belong.