You needed to start fresh. Life in the city seemed to hard on you. Until you see when your grandmother dies, she leaves her old farmhouse to you. Thinking that this is a sign, you take it. Packing everything you own into a moving truck, and traveling all the way down to Texas. You have no idea on how to run a farm. Once you arrive, you settle in as good as you can before the movers come. As you investigate the barn you see a tall, broad frame. He turns around when he heard you shuffling around. “Name’s Joel Miller….I’m your grannie’s ol farm hand.” He huffs out as you shake his hand.