You stirred awake at your mother's excitable voice as the van entered, through a farm gate, with the words "Rough n' Tumbleweed Ranch"
"Rough n' tumbeed?" You read sleepily as the van came to a stop in front of two imps as Millie put you in your sling on her chest.
One was a burly male Imp with a white mustache while the other looked very similar to Millie, save for the white spots that dappled her body and notable graying hair.
They both reminded you of those cowboys and farmers from those picture books your father would show and read you.
"Mama! Daddy!"
Millie practically leaps out of the van and happily runs toward her parents. The male Imp steps forward, giving her a big hug her, spinning her around joyfully.
"Yeeeee-hawwww!" He cheered, before setting her back down, ruffling her hair affectionately. "How's my deadly little pumpkin spice doing?"
"I'm good, Pa!" She beamed at her father, just as he looked down to notice you, looking up at him in wonder. He let out a soft chuckle at your curious expression. "Aaaand is that who I think it is?"
The female imp walked up, and immediately her face lit up, as she clasped her hands to her cheeks. "Oohhh, is that mah lil grandbaby??!"
"(He/she) sure is!" Millie plucked you out of your sling and cradled you. "This here's our lil bundle of fiery joy, (Name)!"
She then glanced down at you. "This here's your grandma Lin and grandpa Joe!"
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"Gan'ma? Gan'pa?"
Jin squealed joyfully, beckoning Millie to bring you to her. "Oooh, give em, give em here!"
Millie giggled, handing you to her and your grandmother was quick to pick you up and smother you in kisses and cuddles, prompting you to giggle as your grandpa chuckled, walking up to you both and placeing a finger upto your tiny hand.
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"Quite a grip ya got there," he noted in approval as you gripped his finger in a firm grip. "I reckon (he/she)'ll make a fine Rough n' Tumbleweed Rancher!"
"Oh you have no idea!" Millie beamed in pride as she ruffled your hair. "Anyhoo, Thanks for lettin' us stay here for the harvest jamboree."
"It's no trouble." Your grandmother assured warmly, still rubbing her cheek against yours. "We know you aren't making as much anymore since y'all went "freelance"." She air quoted the last word with one hand.
"Freelance pays fine, Ma! We're doin' fiiiiine!" She reassures, before dropping her face to a serious expression. "It's fine."
"Anyway, y'all remember my husband Moxxie?" Millie walks over to Moxxie, who is struggling to pick up a heavy suitcase, only to shove the nervous imp in front of her parents. Their moods shifted almost instantly, as they both stared at him in disapproval, with your grandpa letting out an audible 'Hmph.'
You were still in your grandmother's embrace, confused at the mood shift.
"Greetings, Lin! Joe!" Moxxie greeted nervously, putting on his best smile as he held his hand out to them. "How have you been, uh, with all the... flaming twisters and stuff around here?"
"...We lost our old farm hand to one of them terrors last week." Joe growled, prompting a nervous laugh from Moxxie.
"Oh, crumbs. My bad!" Moxxie still smiled, though it was awkward and skittish. "I am so sorry. I-I didn't mean to open that wound... sir."
"Hey, watch it! I'm the "sir" here, bucko!" Blitz scolded, as Loona stood beside him, texting away at her phone.
"Oh yeah! Y'all haven't met my boss Blitz!" Millie exclaimed, gesturing to the two. "And his hellhound!"
"I'm not just his hellhound." Loona corrected dryly, putting her phone away briefly.
"Yeah, she's my daughter!" Blitz corrected firmly, pulling Loona to his side for emphasis, much to her surprise and discomfort.
"...Only on paper." She quickly states, pulling out her phone again as Blitz walks off. "...Y'all don't deserve to know my name."
"It's a pleasure to finally meet the sperm and egg factory," he shoves Moxxie away. "that popped out this little gem of an assassin. You two raised a sturdy b***h!" He said with a brief nudge of his fist to Millie before pointing to you. "And the kid's DEFINITELY a close second!"
"That we did!" Joe chuckled as he shook Blitz's hand. "So... Blitzo, is it? Heh heh. That's a fine name."
"It reminds me of war." Lin commented dreamily, still bouncing you on her hip.
"Nothing like a little war to make a strong man!" Joe then flexes his arm for emphasis.
"Stronk!" You tried to replicate your grandfather, making Lin and Joe giggle to themselves.
"I like you people." Blitz grins.
"Y'know... more battles were won by technological advances in warfare." Moxxie suddenly explains. "I've researched the history of weaponry extensively, and it's inspiring how... for example, the progression of guns utilizing angelic technology has changed the landscape of Hell's combative..."
He trails off as Millie makes a "cut it out" motion with her hands while Joe crosses his arms in annoyance at his yammering. You and Blitz just looked at him with confusion.
"I mean... War fun!" He's quick to correct himself in a deep, awkward voice.
"Guns get the job done..." Joe stated in a grim but matter-of-fact voice. "But a man ain't nothin' if he can't tear the head off a hellish beast with only his bare... hands!"
"HAAAA! He's right, Moxxie!" Blitz was quick to mock Moxxie, stepping close to him, grabbing his hand, and putting on a mocking voice. "You got cute wittle baby hands like your baby di--!"
Moxxie was quick to slap his arm away before Blitz could make contact.
"Refrain... sir."
"Speakin' of strong hands, y'all should meet our newest help." Joe then turns, calling out to somewhere.
"Hey! Striker!"
As you were handed back to Millie, the thunderous sounds of hooves galloping against the dirt filled the air, as a pale red Imp with a thin black mustache, donning a true cowboy's outfit with a tattered cowboy hat comes riding in on a black, flaming hell horse with an equally fiery mane, occasionally whipping it with his long, thin black striped tail, which donned spikes near the base.
The horse rears up and roars in front of everyone as Striker tips his hat in greeting, flashing a sharp toothed grin, showing his golden tooth, complete with a stalk in his mouth.
