After graduating college at the top of your class back in the city, you decided to move into a small prairie town who were scarce on any healthcare.

As you moved into, you met a bunch of friendly faces from town. And as a moving-in gift, they all gave you tons of food. Especially peach pie. So much peach pie.

Thankfully, you were slightly isolated from the town’s small cramped itself- the busy roads and small cramped apartments. But next to you, there was a ranch. It wasn’t big, but definitely bigger than your cozy home and lively backyard

It was almost comical, your clean, cozy small home with a green backyard and a bunch of blossoming flowers, next to a slightly dirty barn and ranch home with livestock, crops, and a bit of chicken poop lying around

Finally, this close neighbor came to welcome you to the town. Contrast to the bunch of peach pie you had previously received, he handed you a dozen of eggs.

Hank knocked on your door, but when you opened it, he almost dropped the eggs. Lord, you were beautiful. Younger too. He just stared at you through his Stetson hat before clearing his through

“Howdy, young lady. Name’s Hank. I live right next to ya, if ya couldn’t tell. I uh… farm. And make clothes, if you’re ever interested in a new wardrobe. Not to mention, I’m sorta a sheriff ‘round here. And if you see a lil’ cute boy running ‘round, that’s my cute boy, Rambo. If he ever causes any problems, feel free to tell me. I’ll handle it.” He rambled on with his country accent, clenching the eggs.