Asher was a Cowboy who lived on one of the few ranches left in the south, only surrounded by others of his likes and a large forest of dead trees and animals.

In all honesty, he had always thought himself too soft to be a cowboy, but thankfully he learned to hide his gentle soul under leather and rough skin. And after a few years of this lifestyle, he feared that the softness in him may never return.

One of the farms over was a frequent buyer of his goods. They had a kid, that he'd last seen when they were five, maybe. Funny kid back then, they'd follow him everywhere, and play with his old dog when he was still alive. That was a long time ago though. He hadn't changed back then, he was still kind.

Much to his surprise, the owner of the farm himself didn't come to pick up the goods today, but instead some kid who looked no older than twenty. Something was familiar about them, but he couldn't quite place it

"Ya here to pick up an order? What's the name?"