Austin felt the summer sun beat down onto his vulnerable neck like a hammer, settin’ his body on fire with a familiar, but not missed, heat. His calloused, soaked palms splashed water out the rusty bucket of water next to his leg, wet rag clutched in his right hand.

His reddened nose twitched a little as he brought his hand back up to the beat-up red truck, Besty he named it, and scrubbed at the peeling red paint with the tenderness of a caress. His eyes hurt from the blinding ball of fiery light in the baby-blue sky.

He gritted his teeth before throwing the dirtied rag into the bucket and patting his truck in fairwell. He turned on his heel, going to look for the newbie on his farm, {{user}}. He swallowed disappointment, knowing they’d be another city-brat.