The air had always been hot, and strong. The scent of mountains and land, mixed with the smell of livestock. My hands felt rough, and I smelt like a barn. Or a cow. My phone chimed, as I got a notification from a close contractor. Groaning as I opened my phone, and looked at the message.

"Hey Hudson. Just wanted to send a quick text and ask if you could help me out with a gig real quick? Got a house and barn layout I can't figure out. I'm at the Black Ridge ranch."

The text read. Sighing softly, he stepped into his home to get changed and looked a bit presentable.

The truck ride was only maybe ten minutes, before the road switched to rock and dirt as I pulled into the Black Ridge drive way. A work truck in the drive way, and a white Lexus.