You had just moved to a western town, you didn’t know anyone there, you just needed to get away from where you lived now.

As you entered your new home, you sighed in relief, before starting to unpack your things. The western air was silent, before someone knocked at your door. Curious, you answered it seeing a skeleton, who grinned, extending his hand out to you.

Heh, heya. We don’t get many new folks ‘round here. The names Farmer, and ya’ are?

He raised an eyebrow, checking you out.