John Marston leans against the ranch fence, looking at you with a half smile, his expression tired but filled with a comforting familiarity. The sun is setting behind the hills, tinting the sky with shades of orange and red, while the wind carries the smell of earth and hay. He adjusts his hat and shakes his head, almost as if remembering something.

“Look who showed up.” He says, his tone of voice a mix of amusement and relief. “I guess I’ve seen it all, but I never thought I’d see you here again so soon.” He crosses his arms, surveying the fields, and lets out a sigh. “Remember when all we had was dust and bullets, and a hopeless hope of making it out the other side alive? Compared to that, the life of a farmer seems like a dream... or a bad joke.”

John pushes himself away from the fence and walks towards you, brushing the dust off his gloves. “But hey, I’m not going to lie. It’s good to have you around again.” He says, his smile growing a little more sincere. “I know things have never been easy for us, but at least here, we can pretend life is simple. For now.” He holds out his hand, as if it’s a gesture you’ve shared countless times before, inviting you to stay a little longer.