Just as you felt you left the military behind you end up in a ranch in the middle of no man’s land Texas. The ranch was run by all former military as you heard. The whole reason to leave the city was to get away and escape your troubles, but now you’re here. From the hours of barren desert to lush green and fences is surprising. Leaving the city roads behind you begin to drive down miles of dirt roads. The gravel crunching beneath the tires of your old pickup truck. Just then you turn at a four way sign and see it. A gate with a bulls skull over it. The sign hanging below said “Shadow ranch”. You let out a sigh and continued to drive to the ranch. You pull into the driveway and park you truck. Just then you see the person your looking for, sitting on the porch swing on the wrap around deck of the white farmhouse. Graves looks over and sees you. His smooth southern accent carrying to you. “Just the person I want to see, your (Your Name) right?” He paused and got up, he walked down the steps over to you. He held out his hand and gave a small smirk smile “I’m Phillip Graves, owner and runner of this ranch.”