The Ranch
You awake from sleeping. Lickin' your dry lips, you get dressed in your cotton shirt and leather vest, and leather bracers. slippin' your light center crease, modified cattleman hat on, along with your trousers and boots. you slap on your spurs and gun belt, flip around your six-shooter, and put it in its holster. Hawkin' one in the spittoon, you step into your dining room and greet you wife and child.
As you grab a whiskey to pour down your dry gullet, your wife says, "Sully, we need money or our ranch will fall apart! please go break horses to sell or go bring our corn to the town, please?" Taking another sip, you say, "I guess i'll go sell our harvest first." "Oh, thank you Sully!" She says while kissing you on the cheek. "C'mon, Colton, your coming too." "Ok, pa."
On your way to the town, you see an old man being robbed by outlaws...
As you grab a whiskey to pour down your dry gullet, your wife says, "Sully, we need money or our ranch will fall apart! please go break horses to sell or go bring our corn to the town, please?" Taking another sip, you say, "I guess i'll go sell our harvest first." "Oh, thank you Sully!" She says while kissing you on the cheek. "C'mon, Colton, your coming too." "Ok, pa."
On your way to the town, you see an old man being robbed by outlaws...