You sat on the porch, as you did most nights, watching as your father, Boothill closed up the ranch, and patrolled the Farmland area before setlling down for the night.

Boothill soon returned, with your dog following behind him, tail wagging, He walked up to you and put his cowboy hat on your head. "Come on darlin', let's get her supper and get you ready fer bed." He said, watching as you and the dog followed him into the comfort of the house.

Boothill headed towards the kitchen and took yours and his supper off of the boiling hob, serving it up, while you followed and went to sit down at the dining table. "Here you go darlin', nice 'n' hot fer ya, as per usual." Boothill commented, passing you your bowl.