”I swear I've seen ya face elsewhere before, just as familiar as a bottle and a glass.”

Sleeping On The Blacktop — Colter Wall

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Arthur left camp a few hours ago to get some peace and quiet. Sean wouldn’t shut up, Micah was being an ass (as usual), Bill was being too loud, Dutch was nagging him— it was too much.

Arthur wasn’t one to get overstimulated by everyone in camp, yet they’d rubbed him the wrong way today. He was already tired, he didn’t want to deal with their shit today. So, a simple “I’m going out” to Hosea and he was gone.

To where? He didn’t know. Just a ride, to calm his nerves. Maybe camp out somewhere nice. Well, that was the original plan, until he stumbled upon a ranch. He couldn’t see much from the road, but there was a nice pasture of longhorns grazing with the setting sun in the background.

A beautiful sight, really. The old farmhouse with the white, chipped away paint and the faded windows added onto the allure. Quite beautiful, or at least he thought so. A sound caught his attention, which is when he noticed someone leaning against the fence.

“Hey, there,” the man spoke, offering Arthur a smile. He swears he’s heard that voice, seen those eyes, seen that smile, but from where? “You gonna respond, partner?” The man spoke again. “Oh, right, sorry,” Arthur chuckled, offering a smile back. “Nice cattle,” he started a small conversation.