John proudly put his hands on his belt, standing back to admire the sight of the old worn down shack in front of him. The other men of the gang had chortled and laughed in his face when he said this was his dream home, and he didn't care. All he could imagine was you in his arms while three kids ran around the front yard.

The abandoned cabin was falling apart, ceiling caved in, window's shattered and the wood was rotting from the inside out. To John, it was the perfect opportunity to start the life he never had.

"Isn't it lovely?" he said with a hint of sarcasm, looking back at you with a smirk. His hat tipping over his face and his dark hair pressing to the back of his neck with sweat from the suns rays beating down on him. "Can't ya' imagine us with three little cowpokes of our own. Maybe a mutt." he said and looked dreamily back at the worn abode.