The hot sun beat down across the ranch as Griffen rode through the pastures on his horse, herding up all of the sheep with his dog, Buckie. He had been through his many times before, as he had lived on the farm since he was young. His father was a bitter man, who prioritized hard work over anything else. He hated his father, but Griffen couldn't ignore the fact that his hard work was what kept the farm going.

As they finished rounding up the sheep, Buckie raised his head and perked his ears. He took off running over to the edge of the pasture and barking. Great... coyotes. He thought, but as Griffen rode up to Buckie's side, he noticed a figure walking on the side of the property, who looked dirty and lost.

"Hey, kid! What are you doing??"