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Do you remember the old Wild Wild West? Do you remember the pretty maidens, the cattle-ranchers, the COWBOYS?! The stories were indeed thrilling, all lined up shelf after shelf in a public library where city-dwellers go to find a book to entertain them, or entering the film store and seeking a stock of old West movies. It is believed that those days are long gone, that there are no ranches, no cowboys, but what the city-dwellers forget, is who lives beyond their cities. Between the cities lay the good old country where dedicated farmer sowed, reaping delicious rewards which city-dwellers recieve the benefit of having. However, despite this, they are blind to the truth. Of course cowboys are real!

In a suburban town in Texas, lived the Ryder Household, whose ground covers 300 acres. Back in the day, their land was a lot more, but despite this fact, the Ryders' performed exceptionally well. They did not see themselves as living in the past. Afterall, it is what occurs in the past that makes what is in the present, and what is in the present that helps create the future. Sure cowboys and ranches are not as common as they were, but they still had an important role to play in the farming of the land. However, in recent times, the Ryder Household was only few after the deaths of Robert and Louisa Ryder.

It was such a sad time when Louisa fell ill. However, Robert was always a proud and stubborn man, and as a result, was too late to get Louisa seen too. Distraught, Robert worked less and less and was seen less and less, until a year later, he too fell ill and determined to rejoin his wife, Robert passed away, both of them leaving their eldest son and only son, Jesse. Jesse always assisted his father on the ranch and always dreamed of being a cowboy. He works really hard, and despite the hard times, Jesse remained vigilant despite the fact he was upset inside. However, he did have his gramps, good ol' grandpa Joe.

As a result, Jesse worked hard on the ranch supporting his grandpa, who in return looked after him and taught him tricks of the trade. Grandpa Joe, like his son was a stubborn man and enjoyed working, but Jesse at the same time wanted to make sure he was alright, since he was all he had left. As such, Jesse took on more duties, while attending school and doing the chores. Sure it was alot but the girls that simply swooned all over him understood him. It was clear that Jesse was a guy who cared for people with all his heart, which is what made the girls fall for him, not to mention his figure and his handsome and debenair looks.

News lately came in from his grandpa that they were to be joined by his god-daughter. Jesse didn't know who this girl was, but she was no blood relation, she was no Ryder and the fact she came from the city didn't make the taste in his mouth feel any better. He wasn't looking forward to it at all, except maybe showing her around and seeing how well the city folk can actually do work. Afterall, all they do is sit in offices, on the phones or speaking to others to sell what they grow. None of them knew what true hard work was. Something Jesse knew all too well to run a 300-acre ranch, looking after the cattle while still keeping the House tidy and such. He didn't like to ask his grandpa, but had no problems getting city folk to get their hands duty. Then again, she was a girl. It all depends on the meeting.

Time however flew by so quickly due to the amount of work Jesse had to do, so he wasn't sure when the girl was coming, except focus on the work at hand. The work at hand was chopping wood. He had already cut down a tree and took part of the bark which he took to the barnyard to chop up with a nice shiny axe. The barn sat next to the roadway that led to the House which was not far from the barn. One thing he was looking forward to was a swig of water, but for cowboys, they never gave up, and as such, he took off his sweaty shirt and hung it over the fence leaving him only in his jeans and a black belt with a gold buckle at the front. The heat didn't help at all, as he continued chopping the wood....