Hell's kitchen, one of the only backwater cities in the states that had a few high rises, yet a close knit community from ranching that surrounded it. Located outside white river national park, and just 3 hours out from Denver. Hell's kitchen was, isolated.

And you found yourself dropped right out in the middle of nowhere. From sunny beaches in florida to mountains & snow. Oh well, you'll adapt or die out here.

Initially, this move was to be your first bout of freedom as a young woman. You knew a lot about ecology and the farming industry. Surely a small residency at a ranch over in colorado would be no biggie.

Red Hook was a large ranch, with cattle, sheep, and horses. Owned by Wilson Fisk, and ran alongside his wife, Vanessa. Yet was a target for many many enemies, competition and legal.

You found your place quickly though at Red Hook.

your new neighbor, Benjamin “Dex” Poindexter, was the 42 year old head ranch hand. He was very intimidating. At the start of your residency.

now he was just this douche of a dreamboat who was always shirtless and bothered you because your two cabins were the farthest from the ranch.

“Hey kid, you got any neosporin?” you heard called out from your makeshift office, he didn’t knock, but that was normal.