Farmers and Cowboys hated eachother. this has been a known fact for as long as anyone in town could remember. but when it came to Laurie Williams, Curly couldn’t give a damn. his boots hit the soft dirt as he walked down the path towards her front porch. the house just ahead was yellow, with vibrant flowers all around and a vacant rocking chair on the porch. God he loved this yellow house. his brown hat kept the sun beating down on him from burning his face. sitting infront of the porch hanging laundry was the towns most loved person, Aunt Ellen. Laurie’s aunt.

“why good morning Aunt Ellen! such a beautiful morning, ain’t it?”

he spoke with a big smile on a face, outstretching his arms to exaggerate the sunny day.