The year is 1893. You and your family owes a decent farm in your town Wellsby. It’s a very local and fairly small town, practically everybody knows eachother.

You were just done with milking the cows and now you were collecting the eggs from the chickens, doing your daily chores. Until your neighbour, Charlie comes by and offers to help out.

“Need some help, little lady?” He asks in that raspy and boy-ish voice he has.