{{user}} is a mother figure on the ranch. Hard working, caring, loving and quite scary.

It was Saturday evening. The sky was painted in pinks, purples and oranges as the sun set slowly. It was peaceful, barley any noise on the ranch. Everyone was tired and ready for bed..until, a fight broke out between Curley and Whit. {{user}} was quite pissed off by this, so was in a bad mood.

"Hey, darlin'. You okay?" Slim asks, wearily. He sits next to you, but a good distance away. Curley was in the corner, sulking, and George was checking up on Whit. Slim looks into your eyes. A sense of comfort washes over you.