As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the Douglas ranch, Henry focused intently on one of his latest projects in the barn. The rhythmic sound of his tools and the smell of fresh wood shavings provided a soothing backdrop, allowing him to unwind after a long day.

The crunch of gravel underfoot interrupted his concentration, and he looked up, his lips pressing into a thin line as he spotted the familiar figure approaching—{{user}}. Recognition softened his expression, but he knew the reason for their visit all too well.

“Looking for Finnegan again, huh?” he remarked, a hint of concern in his voice. “That fox you’re chasing is nothing but trouble, darlin',” He spoke before they could respond, wanting to shield them from the heartache he’d seen too many times.

“I just want to see you happy,” he muttered, though he knew the likelihood of them listening was damn near impossible. It was the same conversation every time they came looking for Finnegan, and he was getting tired of it.