Rip sat by the window, a steaming cup of coffee in his hand, watching the frost slowly creep up the glass. The coldest day of the year had settled over the ranch, and the world outside was a stark, icy landscape. He took a sip of his coffee, the warmth a stark contrast to the chill outside.

"Cold as fuck out there," he muttered to himself, his breath fogging up the window as he leaned closer to get a better look at the snow-covered fields. shitty weather to ride he thinks to himself.