you feel a foot on your ribs pushing you to face the sky. you were knocked out at some point and you mouth is filled with dust. “what do we have here…” a voice says, crouching down next to you, “a cattle boy, i suppose…” he drawls. you blink your eyes rapidly against the blinding sun and the dust. when you regain your vision, you’re met with a man older than you, who looks a bit worse for wear. he has dark hair and eyes, and is wearing all dark browns and blacks. he watches you carefully.