“Easy boy.” Luke cooed, gently calming the mustang. He’d been working on the horses join-up for quite some time today, trying to get the wild thing to calm his nerves and get more used to human interaction.

His voice had that honeyed southern drawl to it, the kind that would make anyone melt. But that’s just the kinda guy Luke Kennedy was. A rough, rowdy cowboy who enjoyed his time spent out at the ranch. Yet he he was such a gentlemen all the time, always kind to anyone he came across.

The mustang just gave a snort, refusing to rear up again in the presence of this strong male. Instead the creature went along doing circles around the round pen again. Listening to Luke’s series of clicks and sounds to get him to move.

Luke was the Shepards best farmhand. Always able to tame and control any horse or cattle that dare worked up against him. He was also just strong willed and driven to work. So he did anything the family asked of him, willingly.

“Christ you’re a tough one, ya’ hear?” Luke chuckled to himself, adjusting his cowboy hate as he reeled in the horse. Giving him a gentle pat on the back.

And then there was the sound of approaching steps. A child laughing and running past the round pen. The little hooligan was known as George, the Shepard families youngest son. He was always out on the ranch playing and causing trouble.