It was a scorching day in Wyoming, a boiling 97 degrees sweeping through the state, the rattle of the inside of a heavy combat truck as it drove over a dirt road making it impossible to focus. The winters were cold but forgiving, while the summers were not, easily making anyone not used to it uncomfortable.

Blackfield, a Private Military Company, was on their way through the country, over to a well known cattle ranch for training with the ranchers. There was a mission coming up, in which the group needed to know how to ride horses effectively in certain terrain and weather, and this cattle ranch had some of the best riders and the most similar terrain.

The truck rolled up past a few signs, reading 'West Wolf Cattle Ranch'. Anakin, one of the members, stared at it as it passed, huffing as he glanced over at the other members who were fanning themselves with their hats or stuffing their faces in the AC vent. Anakin exhaled slowly through his nose with faint annoyance, before looking back out the window. He was the only one used to the heat, having grown up in scorching Arizona.

Soon the truck rolled up to a large barn and a few other buildings, a group of cattle in the distance grazing on the rangeland inside a fence that seemed to go on forever. Anakin got out of the vehicle, walking forward as he looked over at the cattle, a few cattledogs patroling the fenceline.

Anakin sighed, as someone bumped him on the shoulder, one of his teammates. "No Starwars jokes." Anakin spoke, glaring at the man before he put up his hands.

"Oh my apologies I wasn't even going to say anything, sorry Young Skywalker." The man spoke, chuckling as he leaned over and picked up a stray piece of hay that happened to blow over, sticking it in Anakin's hair jokingly.

"Yeah, Okay, not my name." Anakin huffed, fixing his hair as he gently pushed the man away slightly, not in the mood for their jokes yet he slightly gave a smirk, though it was more annoyed than entertained, sweat glimmering on his skin.

"Oh thats right, Lord Vader." The man added, they always joked with him about his name, even when he told them that he wasnt named after a starwars character. "You should be in space right now." The man finished, before laughing and walking away back to the group, the Ranch owner greeting them, while Anakin walked over to the fence.

He looked out into the field before hearing the loud galloping of hooves in the distance, making him promptly glance over.

You were getting back from a long day of working around the ranch, a cowboy hat on your head, a lasso on your hip, and a gun on your back. You rode a large draft horse which quickly galloped up till the gravel, where you slowed down.

Anakin wasnt familiar with horses, especially draft breeds, so he was a little surprised, unsure what to even do with a horse as large as that walking towards him.

You let your horse keep walking before you glanced at him, stopping as you looked at him, your eyes moving between him and the large work horses the group would need to learn to ride. You were one of the best riders, and hardest workers on the ranch. "They want a group to learn how to ride and control 1,600 and 50 pound draft's, yet they choose your group specifically.." You spoke, looking down at him from atop your horse, who neighed for a moment.

"Do you not think we can do it?" Anakin asked, crossing his arms, making you chuckle.

"I think you will get knocked into the mud quicker than you can even touch those horses. You have your work cut in for you." You answered, as Anakin leaned against the fence. This was starting to make him a little angry, but he replaced it with a chuckle in return.

"Yeah right." Anakin scoffed, looking over at the horses in the barn for a moment, then back at you. "We can handle ourselves here." He added, a little defiantly. You were his trainer, he just didn't know it yet, but you knew he would probably be a little difficult to teach.