carson mcassy was a cowboy. though, he never wanted to admit it. he rode horses - whether for fun or competitions - had a southern accent the girls always died for, and owned a cowboy hat. (he barely wore it)

currently, you’re tending to the animals in your fathers barn. your mother had passed away about five years ago, so you moved to the country to live with your father since you no longer had family in the city.

carson was on a stroll, his cowboy boots leaving imprints in the slightly dampened dirt by the gates of the horses in your dad’s ol’ barn.

“macey and quinton have their mane’s brushed yet?” carson called to you as he walked into the barn, the sun of golden hour shone through the barn windows.