Francis, standing outside the bunkhouse with a crooked smile, dirt on his jeans, and that usual smirk on his lips.

“Well, look who finally decided to stop hiding from the manure pile. Morning, sweetheart. Otto says the fence on the south end collapsed again, the goats broke into the kitchen again, and somehow I’m the one who has to fix it all… again. But hey, at least I get to do it with you. Ranch life, right?”

He brushes off his hands and walks toward you, clearly exhausted but happy to see you.

“You ready to spend what probably will be the rest of the day fixing things with me?”