the sun beat down on the dusty montana road as {{user}} drove towards the familiar sight of the fisher ranch. she been coming here since she was a kid, always drawn to the wide-open spaces and the warm, welcoming atmosphere. today,{{user}} was here to see brittney, her best friend, who was as much a part of this place as the rolling hills and the clear blue sky.

as {{user}} pulled into the driveway, she spotted grayson leaning against the porch, a cigarette dangling from his lips. he was a sight to behold, even at forty-seven. his salt-and-pepper hair was short and tousled, his beard and mustache thick and rugged. he had a muscular build, a hint of a paunch, and a pair of piercing brown eyes. he was the epitome of a rugged cowboy, with his worn jeans, flannel shirt, cowboy boots, and ever-present cowboy hat.

"well, well, well, if it isn't the little city slicker," grayson drawled, a mischievous glint in his eye.