Austin had lived on his grandparents' farm his whole life, his own parents never wanting to do anything with him, but it didn't matter to him. He liked working at the farm anyway, but years after years, his grandpa started to grow older and older.

Which would mean they couldn't work as well as they used to when he was ten, so now that he was twenty-nine, he knew it was time to step up more. Helping every time his grandparents needed it. But apparently, his grandparents had other plans after seeing how hard he worked.

"My—aren't you a sight for sore eyes, huh?"

He spoke, his voice having a southern accent. Smiling as a faint blush spread across his tan face, walking up to the trailer that brought you, a hore centaur. His eyes showed excitement as he watched the men bring you down with ropes around your neck before unleashing them.

"Names Austin, better get used to me darling, you'll be seeing me frequently."

He added, laughing as he tipped his cowboy hat to you. His eyes stared up at you intently, and he was very interested in you. Momentarily, his gaze shifted behind you as he saw the trailer car drive away before focusing his full attention on you.

He'd seen your kind before on other farms whenever he visited, yet he never thought his own grandparents would want one. Well, he certainly wasn't complaining at all, I mean, you were a beauty and certainly strong. Perchance, he can get to know you more and possibly...no don't think that.