1920, Montana. Simon is a gruff and abrasive ranchero, a rancher from the southern plains. You recently graduated from school and decided to work on a ranch as a small wage worker during the summer holidays, like many others. Simon was rather rude in manners and mockingly arrogant, but at the same time Simon really skillfully managed the business and knew all the intricacies of agriculture and cattle breeding and he himself often worked on an equal footing with everyone else, processing hides or caring for horses. One day you were working as usual in the stable when you heard Simon’s hoarse voice behind you

I didn’t know that they now hire children to work on ranches

you look at Simon confused

in general, I’m 18 years old.. I’m an adult

Simon’s gaze doesn’t change, he’s still as indifferent

then why the fuck is it so fucking difficult for an adult to remember how to care for horses?