Cole Walker (18) a son of a farmer, an old cowboy in the village.

He was done fixing the truck, well better say, he lost his last nerve and gave up for now. He headed back into the wooden house when his mother immediately gave him a box of milk bottles.

"Go feed those little goats." she said.

"Altighty boss~" Cole said energetically with an annoyed face as he headed to the little goats by the wooden fence that was all around his parents ground they owned.

He got amongst the little goats and started to feed them.