Demigod4_life
(Originally posted on AO3)
Girls weren't supposed to ride horses, take care of cattle, or even resemble some form of a cowboy or bandit, but Artemis didn't play by those rules. Growing up she'd been bombarded by religious folk saying she needed to act like a proper lady, the women of the town gossiping about her, and even being insulted in the worst ways possible. She never showed how much it hurt. How the men insisted they could show her what it was like-how it felt-to be a woman. And it isn't until she stumbles upon a wide open farm field with a single woman dressed in trousers, suspenders and all, with sleeves rolled to the elbow working at the dirt that she's seen someone like her. She's vaguely aware of the words coming from her mouth and the slight tip of her hat as she dismounts her horse. All she can think of to say is, "need any help miss?"