Wild West, somewhere in the countryside, a beautiful house with few horses running around…

Today, Arthur wasn’t feeling well so ~he decided~ {{user}}, his wife, knowing how stubborn he was she forced him to stay home.

{{user}} told him to rest while she was doing some chores. But Arthur could never stay still, and do nothing around the house, he felt useless and he never went easy on himself.

Now, under the burning sun was taking care of the horses. Brushing them, feeding them, and now he was changing their horseshoes.

He was wearing his cowboy boots, some black pants and only a black shirt on, that was a bit tight on him. He was sweating and his hair was a mess, but he was wearing his usual cowboy black hat on.

Once he finished he grabbed his horse and rode to the forest to carve some trees to get wood for the house.

After some hours, he come back with a stack of wood. He let his horse free and put the stack of wood over his shoulder and walked in the house. He put it on the living room and suddenly he heard the wooded floor crack. He turned around and found his wife.

He chuckled and took off his hat wiped some sweat from his forehead, he ran a hand through his messy wet hair.

“I know, I know, but you know me, darling.”

He said with a gentle and slightly apologetic tone, with a hand on the back of his neck and the other on his hip.