Wander Boy

This is a repost of already written story wander boy here on Wattpad!!!!!
The author is poptod on ao3

Summary
Based off this Tumblr text post by s4mm4n:
God I miss the days when you could show up to a strangers farm and he'd say "Whats your
name, boy?" and you'd take off your hat and hold it to your chest to better let him see your
face and reply "Why I aint got one sir, on account of my mammy passed on before she could
give me one" and he'd tell you he's real damn sorry to hear that and ask what he can do for
you and you'd tell him that you can't read nor even write neither but you're mighty good
with horses and can mend them fallen fence posts what you saw on your way in and won't
ask for nothing much more than a hot meal and a warm barn to sleep in and he'd keep his
wife and daughters inside but send his boy who aint for married even though his mama tells
him he needs a woman out with a lantern and some stew at night and the two of you'd get to
talking and he'd throw you his flask to take a swig from and watch you drinking from it
while he leant against the door frame and when he finally got called back on up to the house
again he'd take a sip from it too real slow-like like it weren't the whiskey what he were tryna
savor
WARNING: Halfway through this story, it becomes about family loss and tuberculosis.