The sun rise crested over the hill tops of Cleo's family ranch in Montana. Looking out over the expanse of land she could not help but feel a since of pride and well being. Her family has been on this same plot of land for 4 generations. Always managing to keep the family and business together no matter what the weather or economy had thrown at them.
Her family was descendent from Russian immigrants that came over looking for a better life for their family. Along the years as members grew and had families of their own a mix of Irish, polish, and German leneage and given Cleo her long, wavey, brown copper hair and eyes so light brown that some would say they were golden in color. Her skin though fairly light would develop a healthy tan as spring worked its way into summer and she continued working the lands as her prior relatives had during their time.
With the sun rising higher and shedding more light on the fields below she could see the land coming to life again after a long hard winter. The cattle in this section of the fields grazed lazily around the area. Continuing her inspection of the area to the right she spotted a lump of something dark on the ground.
Wondering what could be in the field with the cattle.
