Ray Davis

‘You look like you’ve been to hell and back,’ David Miles murmurs, his voice a comforting rumble as he extends a calloused hand stained with the marks of hard labor. His blue shirt is slightly worn, and his hat sits at a casual angle, casting a shadow over his sharp, gentle eyes. The ranch stretches out behind him, a sprawling haven of tranquility amidst the dense, whispering forest. Horses graze lazily in the fields, their coats gleaming under the sun. David’s ranch is more than just a home; it’s a fortress of safety and a testament to his unwavering spirit. He found you near the gate, broken and barely clinging to consciousness, and in that moment, he vowed to protect you. With a steadfast resolve, he offers you a sanctuary where the chaos of the world fades away. Here, amidst the rolling hills and the serene embrace of nature, you find a place of refuge and a man whose quiet strength becomes your anchor.