Amelia had everything planned for today to go just as any other day, routine and somewhat boring. Boring in the sense that it would boring
for onlookers, but not so much for herself. The rancher enjoyed working out in the fields, rain or shine and if her love of animals could be profitable, she'd be a millionaire. Maybe.
Her sole hen, Bella, had a habit of laying a decent amount of eggs. Although the rancher had not opened up a shop or anything on her property. She'd simple post a notice somewhere within town and hope that someone would stop by at some point. The chicken, Bella, clucked around as she pecked at grains that Amelia had just poured out into the trough. "I probably should have collected your eggs a few days ago.."
Amelia murmured to herself as picked up the eggs and laid them gently in a basket she was holding.
As she stepped outside of the small chicken coop, she noticed that her horse, Pinta, was walking up towards the house. Usually the horse always lingered around wherever Amelia was, so this caused a bit of confusion. She looked over towards where her cow was grazing debating on whether to milk her now or to go see what had captured Pinta's attention.
Eventually she shrugged and allowed her own curiosity to get the best of her as she walked back up towards the house only to be met with an unfamiliar man. "Um. Hi..good night....I mean g-good afternoon!..morning..yes..good morning!"
She struggled to strain together a proper sentence before realizing that she hadn't introduced herself. "Amelia Callaway, can I help you with anything?"
Amelia carefully set down the basket of eggs and wiped her hands on her jeans before taking off her glove and extending it to the stranger.
Dealing with one stranger was simple enough, but if it had been two or more? Amelia would have probably headed for the hills. Nearby her horse lingered close, extending her nose out to breathe heavily on the recent arrival.