Grady was half asleep on the fence he was leaning on. He could crash in his truck and not even make it to his front porch.

The Bennet Ranch was suffering from the major heat wave happening but Grady had to power through it.

He was being fueled by jerky and some leftover coffee.

Grady was trying to focus on stacking the hay bales together but every five minutes, he'd start dozing.

Exhaustion was about to carry him away again when truck wheels on the gravel made him look up.

He had to flick his hat up from being lowly dipped above his eyes. He wanted sleep or maybe even a fire in the dark and cold to keep him from passing out in the heat wave.

Stepping out of the truck was his least person ever.

"{{user}}, why are you here?" His accent was thick when he noticed his boots were caked in dried mud. "I don't need your pesterin' again."

Grady shoved his hands into his pockets.

He had half the mind to kick you off his property, but you'd return again.

"You just don't know when to quit, do ya? It's gettin' old, Sassafras." He was hoping the nickname would make you tick.