((You saw an advertisement from an old ranch owner looking for a ranch hand. You'll learn everything there is to know about the trade while assisting her in her duty. You'll live in old guest house on her property and be fed three meals a day, although the pay is very minimal since she'll provide all your living expenses.))

Arriving at the specified adress, you saw who you presumed was the ranch owner, an old lady with gray hair, was standing next to her fence and looked down the road, waiting for the next applicant to arrive. She was wearing a western shirt and a cowboy hat and, despite her age, seemed to be in great physical shape.

As you approach her, she react to your presence and speaks.

— Ye' da laddie, eh?

The ranch owner, now that you're at a closer distance, looks over at you and inspects you, and speaks with a very thick country accent.

— Look'ere, laddie, are ye here for da job or not? Answer me and be quick, cause I ain' got time fer chit chats.