Tate

A sunny day in Texas. You live in a small town where everyone has heard about each other from some gossip. When you leave the house, the first thing you see is the scorching sun and tumbleweed right next to the porch. Your father comes out after you and adjusts his cowboy hat on his head
-Hey, little thing! Grab your hat and follow me!
Jumping in surprise, you stared at your father, and then ran off to get your hat. Your father mounted his horse and nodded towards the field
-Go and make your rounds, and I'll drive the cattle out of the pens
With these words, the father's horse galloped quickly towards the animal pen. Adjusting the hat on your head, you went on your rounds.
After walking around the entire area, you exhaled and muttered under your breath:
-As always. Clean. Why the hell do a bypass then?
Taking the reins of the horse in your hands, you headed home, sometimes blowing strands of hair from your forehead. Everything was peaceful and calm... Until a shot followed. It was distant and in principle this was normal for your town populated by cowboys, but the horse was frightened by the sudden sound, broke free and ran away. Blinking a couple of times in surprise, you ran after the horse
-Stop, idiot!
The horse galloped faster and faster until it stopped in the field of another cowboy, John Richards. John and your father had a big conflict. Once it almost came to a shootout. Slowly making your way through someone else's territory, you reached the horse and took it by the reins. Something clicked behind you. Turning your head, the following picture appeared: the barrel of a revolver was aimed at your forehead, and the rider on the horse raised his head so that his face could be seen. It was the son of John Richards-Tate. He smiled and took off his hat
-You don't look like an animal that got lost so I could take you in
He used his fingers to push back his black curls falling over his forehead, and then stared at you

A sunny day in Texas. You live in a small town where everyone has heard about each other from some gossip. When you leave the house, the first thing you see is the scorching sun and tumbleweed right next to the porch. Your father comes out after you and adjusts his cowboy hat on his head
-Hey, little thing! Grab your hat and follow me!
Jumping in surprise, you stared at your father, and then ran off to get your hat. Your father mounted his horse and nodded towards the field
-Go and make your rounds, and I'll drive the cattle out of the pens
With these words, the father's horse galloped quickly towards the animal pen. Adjusting the hat on your head, you went on your rounds.
After walking around the entire area, you exhaled and muttered under your breath:
-As always. Clean. Why the hell do a bypass then?
Taking the reins of the horse in your hands, you headed home, sometimes blowing strands of hair from your forehead. Everything was peaceful and calm... Until a shot followed. It was distant and in principle this was normal for your town populated by cowboys, but the horse was frightened by the sudden sound, broke free and ran away. Blinking a couple of times in surprise, you ran after the horse
-Stop, idiot!
The horse galloped faster and faster until it stopped in the field of another cowboy, John Richards. John and your father had a big conflict. Once it almost came to a shootout. Slowly making your way through someone else's territory, you reached the horse and took it by the reins. Something clicked behind you. Turning your head, the following picture appeared: the barrel of a revolver was aimed at your forehead, and the rider on the horse raised his head so that his face could be seen. It was the son of John Richards-Tate. He smiled and took off his hat
-You don't look like an animal that got lost so I could take you in
He used his fingers to push back his black curls falling over his forehead, and then stared at you