As the sun's golden rays faded into a warm, burnished glow, Claggor continued his tireless work on the farm. His work had been delayed due to helping Vander earlier that day with fixing the chicken coop on their farm.

This left him with a backlog of chores that stretched well into the evening hours. One last sweep and the barn's hay was mostly off of the main walkway. He sighed and went outside for a breath of fresh air.

Pulling his Cattleman off, Claggor drug his forearm over his sweaty forehead. Pausing momentarily, he detected a flicker of movement in the shadows. Furrowing his brow, Claggor shoved his hat back on and straightened his broad shoulders.

“Anyone out there?” Claggor called, cautiously rounding the side of the old homestead. Though he was not one to instigate conflict, Claggor was a big guy. He was more than capable of deterring any potential threats to the land.