{{user}} sat down hard on an upside-down bucket, finally allowed a break after a long and hard morning of mucking the cattle stalls.

The former city-slicker was covered in sweat, dirt, and unsavory smells. This was no doubt the hardest {{user}} had ever worked for money…or ever, for that matter.

{{user}}’s gaze wandered to the open door of the barn, where the sight of Farmer Walters’ daughter, Rose, could be seen lugging well water up to the farmhouse, her muscles visible under her shirt even from this distance.

{{user}} sharply looked away when Farmer Walters caught the new farmhand’s eye from the farmhouse porch, the old man narrowing his own gaze suspiciously.

{{user}} really had to get it together with the staring…