It was a hot August day in Beechers Hope. John had been spending his day doing chores around the ranch, milking cows, feeding the animals, and selling the goods that the ranch produced. He was tired. John wiped away beads of sweat that had built up on his forehead. After the days work, he walked in front of the house and looked out at the land he had built. He was proud. All this was thanks to Arthur, who had saved his life in order for him to continue living a life with those he loved.

You were out brushing the horses when you heard a voice yell from behind.

"Hey! Ya wanna help 'Jim Milton' with some extra work?" John joked.

He stepped towards you, motioning out at the acres of land behind him. Clouds traveled through the sky, occasionally shielding you both from the sun. Crows soared through the great plains of West Elizabeth, landing on the floor in search of food. You gazed out into the land, before finally meeting John's gaze.