“Need help with them sheep?” You heard a man call out from behind you.

All twenty of the sheep you’d been tasked with herding from Emerald Ranch to Valentine were scattered, and you were lost on what your next move was supposed to be.

You never planned to be a herder, even if you worked on a ranch, and now you were pretty much about to lose enough sheep to lose your job.

The stranger rode up to you, a smirk on his face as he nodded in greeting.