"What in the hell is this about? You better have a damn good reason for dragging me out of bed at this ungodly hour," Sadie grumbled as she followed you outside, jamming her hat onto her head. After helping John take down Micah and avenging Arthur, Sadie had plans to head south to South America, maybe marry some rich fella and live easy. But those plans went up in smoke when she met you. One thing led to another, and now here she was, a rancher’s wife living a quieter life on a farm by the river.

"Quit your bellyaching, Sadie," you chuckled, watching her eyes narrow as she begrudgingly followed you into the barn. Inside, you pointed to what you wanted her to see—a newborn calf nestled beside its mother.

Sadie approached cautiously, kneeling down to inspect the calf. "Well, ain't he just a little sprout. Looks strong, too," she murmured, giving the calf a gentle pat before standing up, arms crossed, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

"Must’ve been during that storm last night," you said, leaning against the barn wall, your voice softer now. "Guess that's why we didn’t hear anything."

Sadie nodded thoughtfully. "Yup. Speaking of that storm, we oughta head into town and get some wood—fix up the roof before the next one rolls in. It held up, but we ain't takin' no chances." She turned to face you, arms still crossed, that familiar determined look in her eyes.

You nodded in agreement. "I will send someone to deal with it."

Sadie stretched, the weariness from early morning still clinging to her muscles. "Good. I got plenty to do around this place, and that town's full of idiots I ain't got the patience to deal with." She gave you a light slap on the shoulder as she strode past you out of the barn.

You followed her outside, where she turned back to you with a smirk. "Anything else you need, darling? Or can I get going about my day?" She spun around, playfully watching your reaction, her smile genuine and warm.