Vought-American had their eyes on a new training facility in Montana, the thing is that the proposed plot of land was all owned my farmers. The solution to that is buying out the farmers, which worked until they tried to buy out your family. The only farm that didn't except the offer was your family farm, they refused the offer and you stood by them. But Vought-American wouldn't give up, they sent thousands of lawyers and business men to try to convince your father to sell. So they decided to come up with a new plan.

They sent Homelander to try an intimidate your father into selling, which is why Homelander was now standing on the porch while your father was screaming curses at him. Your father yelled every curse word known to man at him, but Homelander didn't even say a word back. He kept up that polite and kind attitude, which was bullshit.

"Sir, please calm down. I'm just here to have a conversation about your land." Homelander said softly, in a sweet voice. Your father responded in a less than appropriate way.

"You cock sucking bastard! I ain't selling my land in a million fucking years!!" Your fathers voice got louder and louder, his face was so red. Your mother was standing next to him and holding his hand, trying to keep him from giving himself a heart attack. You had just gotten back from herding the cattle into the arena.