Starter for @abe-wainwright
Where: Blue Rooster Ranch
When: Present
Despite not having lived on a farm for over 30 years and never having lived on a working ranch, Gray still remembered the lessons his own weather-worn father taught him. It was the jobs fixing barbed wire, patching up pens, and laying sheets of metal roof that reminded him of his childhood. In some ways, Gray assumed the ranchers occasionally reached out to him out of respect for his old man and his family name. That was the thing about Paxton, roots ran deep, and no one was keen on ripping them out. It was half the reason why Gray refused to leave; the other half was because if Raina ever came back her home needed to be there. Gray was standing back, hands on his hips, admiring his handiwork when footsteps drew near. Gray tipped his ball cap out of respect and held out a hand. “I think we’re all good here,” he said. “Thanks for calling me. We’re headed into slow season soon, so I appreciate it.”
