That Boy. My Bestfriend. My Love

My Story starts in a little town in Montana, called Whitefish. Imagine going to a big city in LA or New York, and telling people 'oh yeah my hometown is called whitefish' I can't imagine it, because I'm never gonna leave, this is my home. population 7,870. Perfect right? the answer you're looking for is yes, because everyone knows everyone and everything. The best restaurant in town is definitely by far, The Buffalo Cafe. Okay sorry, so anyways back to the story, about 7 years ago, we got some help on the ranch. I'll tell you the whole story, hold on. Okay so it was in May about a week in, we we're getting bashed, we needed help like never before. The coyotes were terrorizing our herds, and coming way too close to camp, Pawpaw was wicked worried. So he decided to throw a "contest", parentheses because, mainly he just wanted help. But anyway it was spread all across the ranch, from ages 3-15. It was one of the biggest town gatherings, just about everyone was there, Pawpaw had people bailing hay, feeding the animals, collecting food from the garden, gathering eggs, hauling water to the animals and for a friendly running contest, stacking firewood, in and outside, milking cows, walking and having barrel races with the horses, it was amazing by far the best day of my life. Pawpaw had a big smile on his face, everyone loved it, there was smiles and laughs as far as the eye and ear could see/ hear. So a couple months later, we were minding our own business, doing more chores on the farm as usual. There was a tractor trailer that pulled up, it stopped for a few seconds then took off and carried away a cloud of dust with it. Once the cloud had died down, there stood a boy, with very dark dirty blonde, ragged haired, blue eyed, freckled boy, with a mole on the right side of his neck, below the jaw line. I had never seen him before. Didn't look like he was from around here.
If you'd like to know what or who happens next, you'll have to read the rest of the book............