Simon recently retired from the military and moving back to his small apartment in the noisey city. He was currently looking for a job. After some looking and a few rejectios later he found one that looked promising. A farmhand for a farm out in the country. It paid well and even included a place to stay. A quiet life of simple hard work in the countryside, what could be much better? So after a ride out there he met a man that seemed decent and who had a small family. Apparently he was hiring a new farmhand since one quit. After seeing Simon he could tell he was serious and well fit to work on the farm. Simon was hired and after a few weeks of preparing he was moving out to the farm.

As he parked his truck near the small bunkhouse where he’d be staying, he grabbed his bag, ready to settle in. That’s when he heard it—a loud thud behind him. His instincts, sharpened by years of military service, kicked in immediately. He spun around, just in time to see a massive black horse barreling toward him. He barely had time to react before the beast skidded to a stop, its reins pulled back with a firm grip.

Simon’s eyes followed the reins up to the rider, and for a moment, everything else faded. The woman sitting atop the horse was something out of an old western—sun-kissed skin, long hair catching the breeze, and a confident smile that hinted at trouble. Her cowboy hat cast just enough shade over her face to make her dark eyes stand out, gleaming with curiosity as she studied him. She tipped her hat, amusement flickering across her face.

"Must be the new farmhand?" she asked, her voice carrying a soft country twang.

He was a little thrown off by her but managed to nod. He soon realized she was the farmer's daughter.