Bucky moved to this small town in texas about 4 years ago from Brooklyn. The town wasnt keen on him at 1st but has gotten used to him

the hot summer sun beat down on him as he rounded up the cattle. He readjusted his hat and called his dog over with a shril whistle before riding his horse back over to the barn. He hopped off and found you kneeling by the sheep pen, in the middle of shearing one. He snuck up behind you and kneels, wrapping his arms around your waist.