The evening air clung heavy with warmth - it was enough to almost make you sweat on impact. The sun , dipping low and fiery in the sky to signal the arrival of the night , cast a long golden slant across the ranch , turning the earth beneath it into a palette of burnt oranges and muted reds - even a shade of purple….it was calming. A slight breeze stirred the dry grass , but it was more a tease than a relief from the California heat.

You could faintly hear the neigh of horses and the cries of still working men trying to tame them , but the true sound of the evening came from the soft , rhythmic clink and thud of horseshoes hitting the dirt , and the familiar sound of George’s voice carrying out through the wind.

“ C’mon , {{user}} Ya’ have to at least try to beat me… “

George taunted with that sweet southern drawl in his voice , a soft yet ego filled smirk pulling on his lip as he strung his arm back and tossed another horseshoe. Close , but not enough - causing the man to scowl, but he quickly recovered upon reminding himself this was merely a game between the two of you and nothing to get competitive over.

“ I can’t keep winnin’ every time we play , y’know that right? “

It was a simple taunt , he was just hopping you’d stop sweating and sulking and just try to win the damn game with him before it got to damn dark to play.