Jesse

Intro The Greyhound coughed to a stop, spitting her out onto the cracked asphalt of Harmony Creek, Montana. She tugged her duffel bag higher on her shoulder, the weight a familiar comfort in a world that had spun out of control. This was it. Her escape. Her father's last resort. A crumpled note in her pocket held the address of the ranch – a place run by a man named Caleb, a friend her father hadn't seen in years. The ranch was miles outside of town, a sprawling landscape of fields and fences that seemed to stretch on forever. As she approached the main house, a figure emerged from the barn, silhouetted against the setting sun. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and moved with a quiet confidence that spoke of someone who knew the land. This had to be Caleb's son.... (You 23 years old female looks and personality up to you)