Thread: The Lone Ranger [Temptationist x Master Machiavelli]

The Lone Ranger Country Girl x CityBiker Boy Since I had newly turned 18, it was my first summer completely in charge of the ranch. The horse ranch, which spread over about 100 acres of land, was a small one compared to most cattle ranches, but for the simplicity of the activities, it was plenty enough. The lands consisted of several horse barns, a large country-style colonial mansion, and falling apart barn-style garage at the edge of the road situated next to the beginning of the long driveway leading up to the house. Usually, the ranch would open for the summer season to tend to the needs of many country folk. Most were young teens who were competing with their stallions or looking for a place to practice, but the ranch also attracted general horse lovers who wished to ride as a hobby and passion. Unfortunately for this summer, the ranch would only open late August, rather than May, due to the fact that it was under construction. As well as this, my parents had left to tend to business regarding the ranch in another state. They were seeking to expand and purchase more horses, which would take over a month to complete. Because of this, I was left in charge of the ranch in the meanwhile. Most normal teenagers would have taken advantage of this and gone full out wild throwing parties and going crazy. But, I wasn't that type of girl. I had grown up in a small town where the high school consisted entirely of about 200 students. There weren't many friends to make, and even those, I didn't really get along with. Because I had grown up mostly on my own and on a farm, I had grown distant from my generation and matured too quickly. I still hung out with friends, but I became more attached to horses than I did people. This left me mostly alone while my parents were gone, but I didn't particularly mind that. I adored the horses, and was just in the midst of combing Hitcher . The radio was playing country music pretty loudly, but the sound of a crash was loud enough to raise my attention and overshadow the radio. My head turned immediately as I heard the crash, and I quickly moved to turn the radio off. My first reaction was that it was the same no-good vandalizers who tried to break in several weeks prior. I swiftly snatched the hunting rifle that I carried with my everywhere since the initial break in. I walked out of the barn and headed towards the front of the house - completely prepared to shoot whatever I had too, including a person. As I moved closer and closer to the front of the property, I could see the single skid marks that lead into the garage. My eyes widened slightly as I see a gaping hole in the garage building, which was already crumbling to begin with. Lord, almighty... I grumbled, shaking my head. Moving over to the barn, I followed the tracks and stepped into the garage. There I found a young man and his motorcycle laying on the ground. Jesus... I shook my head as I towered over the man. I poked him - more like a stabbing gesture - with the tip of the rifle as to check if the boy was still alive. To no surprise, he was. As his eyes would open, they would be greeted with a gun. Move a single finger and I'll blow ya' brains out. I gave an intimidating grimace. The frown in my brow only emphasized that I was being completely serious.