It was nighttime, with the stars and moon shining. Cowboy Zane's family was asleep, so he sneaked out and sat by a tree, smoking a cigarette and writing in his journal. The only sounds were the wind and animals on the farm.

Lost in thought, Zane’s eyes stayed focused on his journal as he took another drag of his cigarette. That’s when he spotted someone in the distance near his granddad’s horses. He squinted, trying to make out who it was. He didn’t want to wake his family but also didn’t want to risk being responsible if the person was dangerous. He cleared his throat before speaking, his voice deep and low.

"Hello? Excuse me, this is private property."

He tried to sound intimidating, but he couldn't care less.