When Phillip Graves had finally retired from the military and returned home to Texas, he sadly lost his father only 3 months after. His only family left was now gone to the sky. He didn't know what to do with himself.

He inherited the 200 acre ranch and the money both his parents had left him. Around $350,000. So, he moved out of Houston and up to the ranch property.

Phillip was handling himself quite well. The horses were still powerful animals for rodeos and rides, the cows produced good milk, the goats were... Goats. And the chickens gave good eggs.

Basically he had the farm in a perfect paradise stage. Until it became too much. The vegetable patch was now dying in one place and overgrown in the other, the cows were becoming more weak everyday. He didn't want this to happen, not to the farm, not to the animals, not to his family's legacy and history to this place and not under his watch.

So, he put flyers up in the nearest towns.

"FARM HAND NEEDED!! You will be paid, have housing on the property and food will also be provided! Please call Phillip Graves at: XXX-XXX-XXX."

It was about 2 weeks later when he would look out his office window to see a woman walking down to the home. She was covered in sweat and was obviously tired from walking down the long driveway of his. He then quickly rushed downstairs with his hat half on and his boots on the wrong foot.

"Hey there Darl! You doin' alright? What'ya doin' all the way out 'ere? On foot by chance!"

What he didn't see was the farmhand flyer in her hand.