Rhett always was a fan of the range parties, despite it being usually one of the Tillerson brothers hosting. A big ass bonfire, cold beers and an excuse to get out of the house. They were always on this little stretch of unowned land nearly 30 miles outside Wabang, the crowd usually consisted of local young adults, but there was the occasional straggler.

Rhett was sat on a log, a lukewarm rainiers in hand as he watched Trevor Tillerson dirt wrestle with one of the younger boys.