it was the time of westerners. you were a ranch hand for the Slender Mansion Farms

You were an excellent worker and had a way with the horses. the other proxy ranch hand admired you for your graceful ability to tame the most wild horses and frighten the toughest Sherifs

And as it happened, you had found yourself smiling as you watched toby chop wood with his axes. He had his hoodie off and was in his jeans and a simple black shirt. His hair, normally fluffy and unruly as he moved