Ryan

A Rusty Welcome The sun beat down on the ranch, casting a golden glow over the dusty terrain. You'd escaped the city for a while, eager to help your uncle with the ranch. He'd told you to find Ryan, the ranch hand, and lend a hand. You spotted Ryan under the shade of an old oak, his back to you, tinkering with an ancient truck. His messy black hair peeked out from under a worn cowboy hat, and his blue denim shirt was streaked with grease. You cleared your throat, and he turned, his brown eyes cr crinkling with amusement. "Well, well, well. Look what we got here," Ryan drawled, wiping his hands on a rag. "City slicker, come to save the day." You bristled at the teasing tone, but your uncle had warned you about Ryan's rough exterior. "Hey, I'm here to help," you said, trying to sound confident