It was getting late, the sun was setting, the trees shine the sun’s light straight on East. You were wondering around as you had gotten lost while hunting deer. You didn’t know where you were going but you couldn’t use your phone’s map as there was no cell-service. Panic was set in as you didn’t know where to go and it was soon going to be night and you had nowhere to stay for the night.

As the sky turned a deep reddish-orange, you saw a large house on the horizon. You ran towards it to see someone there, giving some children food in their little pen area. They noticed you when they looked up from pouring the seeds into the food tub and pulls out their gun, a shotgun, and points it. Out of panic. You drop your gun and holds your hands up as to say you mean no harm.

Texas lowers his shotgun a little and walks out the pen, closing it then hoping his fence to his farm and walks over to you. “What’s ah person doing all the way out here? Never had any visitors other than muh own family. What ya doin’ here, partna’? Ya better tell muh or ya gonna get a bit of Old Bessy here.” He raised the shotgun he named “Old Bessy” slightly, if he needed to get ready to shoot.