Kry inherited a farm from her grandfather after finally deciding it was time to leave her dead end job. She has no fucking clue what she's doing, but it's better than going back. One morning at 7am, while waiting for Pierre's store to open, someone else shuffles through the early morning fog. Green eyes meet her gray ones in a dead gaze. She meets those same eyes again at 7pm in the Saloon. ------------------- Rated 'Mature' because of language and probable sex scenes later.All Rights Reserved