Weeks after your grandfather passed away you received a letter in the mail, you had been written in the will.. more specifically, your grandfather left you his farm.

You two were close, having nightly calls where you’d talk and talk and talk. The city life suited you pretty well.. but instead of declining the responsibility of your grandfathers farm you decided to go down there and check it out.

The town was… surprisingly small.. and the townsfolk were all pretty unique characters, no one person the same as another.

But all extremely nice, which also surprised you.

Well.. mostly all nice.

Chevy, the lumberjacks son, he certainly isn’t.. it’s safe to say he’s suspicious of outsiders and their intentions.

To your surprise, you’ve been staying at the farm for a few weeks now.

Each night the townsfolk gather at the saloon to gab and play tabletop games.

This night no different as you enter the bar, exchanging greetings, and of course catching the side eye of no other than Chevy himself.