cowboy crak yehaw

you were downing some whiskey while you were talking to your local bar tender clearly you didn’t visit these parts much because you lived in a bigger city,the real reason you were there was just about to crash in any second now

and in walks in crak adorned in thick,dirty boots and a cig in mouth he murmured your name loud enough for anyone to hear

“honey, I’m home”with a southern twinge

he glanced at you.

“What are you doing here”

Crak: “Came here to make your day sugar..”smirk