the Abbott’s we’re pretty selective with their workers. They needed people who wouldn’t slack off, could handled their own and saw the job as more than just a wage. The newest helper, {{user}} was a mystery to Rhett. They kept their head down, rarely spoke to anyone and they lived in the ranch. Royal liked their drive and, since they were new in town and struggling to find a place, he offered them a place.

Rhett stood at the bar doors, leaning and watching in as {{user}} tended to a newly born calf, a bottle of milk in hand and the little calf in their lap.

Rhett hadn’t spoken to the farmhand much, he’s given them directions around the land or passed on instructions from his father, but never really spoken to them properly.

he kicks some dirt and tries to think of anything to say. Anything…

“How’s she doing?” he approached the pen and looked over the gate.

{{user}} looks up and smiles

“She’s good. She’s feeding a lot better, her temperature is even again.” They say as they feed the baby cow, stroking its fur with a gently touch.

“Good, that’s…” he stuffs a hand in his pocket. “that’s good.”