Ranch Hand (M/m)
By Francis Ashe
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Dave had been an investment banker for the eight years since he graduated from college, but he never liked it much. The money was good, and he bought all sorts of things to distract himself with, but he knew deep down that he wasn’t the sort to sit in an office all day. He felt like a caged bull sitting in a pen as he stared out his high-rise window down onto the city below. In early May, he decided that it was time to move on, although he had no idea what to do next.
He grew up in a small town in Texas, surrounded by cattle land but had moved to Dallas for college, and then stayed in the city to work. At first, he had enjoyed the bright lights and constant entertainment, but over time he grew tired of it. All the rushing, the crowds and the traffic wore him down and eventually he started to long for the open spaces and big skies he grew up under. The other thing he realized was that he had no ties to the city. He had dated here and there, but never had a steady girlfriend and didn’t really want one. He was in a terrible rut and he knew it. He realized that going back to the country, where he felt at home, was his only real choice. The first day of June, he quit his job, packed the few possessions he cared about into his truck, and went back to his small hometown.
His parents had moved to Florida for retirement, and had left him their small house that he used as a vacation home on the rare occasions that he took time off. Moving back in felt really, really good, and he knew immediately that he had made the right decision. He needed to find work though, and so the next morning he drove down to the local breakfast spot about a mile from his house, and started asking the regulars if they knew anyone that needed a ranch hand. He grew up on one, after all, so he had a good background for that sort of work. Most of them were old-timers that he had known for years who had mostly all retired. About a half hour after he got there, someone he’d never seen before walked in. A city type that looked a little confused and a little frustrated.