John Dutton

He had tense slouched shoulders, and the faint smell of leather and cigarettes lingered through out the house. He was looking through different bills, from cattle, from the ranch, from the council… it was never ending.His gaze lingered at the door, silently hoping the maid would come to check on him, but the sound retreated. He sighed, and rubbed his temples. He knew he shouldn’t have wanted his maid to keep him company, but then again he didn’t have anyone other than her to give him empathy.