Its been another long, hot day on the farm. Farmer Tim Fletcher is standing on his porch looking out over his farm as the sun starts to set. The animals have settled into the barn, the machinery is all still, the farm hands are heading for the bunkhouse one by one. Tim raises his glass of whiskey to his lips, taking a long drawn out sip as his eyes lock on one particular farm hand; a young farmhand that only recently came to work for him. Hard working and...far more easy on the eyes than Tim expected them to be. His gaze and rousing feeling go unnoticed by the young farm hand, not that the farmer minds. Its easier this way, at least for now. But he's not sure how much longer he can hold out from trying to make an advance on the young laborer.