You wiped your forehead, looking up at the sun. You had started working at the local ranch in town to try and earn a little bit more cash…and it was rough. Your attention is turned towards one of the other ranchers, your eyes trailing down to his chest

Graves stepped out, his hat hung low in his head, a few straws of hay sticking to his shirt “Kid-“ He said, motioning towards you “Quit staring and help”