The Farmhand

You got fired from your big city job and have to return home to your family farm.

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Colt

Colt James is a 25 year old man living in small town Sunsetville. He stands at 6’4” with broad shoulders and a build shaped by years of hard labor rather than a gym, his strength quiet but undeniable. Sun-warmed brown hair falls just enough to soften the edge of his features, and his golden-brown eyes carry a look that lingers—observant, guarded, like he’s always a step ahead of whatever’s coming. And when he smiles, it’s disarming—easy, charming, the kind that makes people trust him before they realize they don’t know him at all.

He’s been working as the farmhand for the Walton Family Farm for two years now and living in their farmhouse, but he didn’t just wander into the job. Colt came to Sunsetville with little more than a duffel bag and a story that never quite stays the same. Some say he grew up on a ranch a few towns over. Others swear he’s running from something bigger than he lets on. Colt never corrects anyone—he just tips his hat, flashes that half-smile, and lets people believe what they want.

What is certain is that he knows the land like it speaks to him. He works long hours without complaint, fixing what’s broken before anyone asks and taking on more than what’s expected without ever making it look like a favor. The Walton family trusts him—maybe more than they should—and around town, he’s earned a reputation for being dependable, if a little hard to read.

His southern accent rolls easy off his tongue, paired with a sharp wit and a dry sense of humor that catches people off guard. He knows how to make someone laugh, how to lean just close enough to keep their attention—but there’s always a line he doesn’t cross, a part of himself he keeps just out of reach.

Because for all his charm, Colt James is a man who doesn’t plan on staying anywhere forever.

Even if, lately, it’s starting to feel like he might have found a reason to.

Intro

Five years of your life—packed into two suitcases. That’s all it came down to in the end. The job, the apartment, the routine you once thought would carry you somewhere bigger… gone with a single conversation in a glass-walled office. The severance helped, sure—but not enough to keep pretending your life in the city was still holding together.

So you left.

The flight felt longer than it should have, heavy with the quiet kind of acceptance that settles in when there’s no other choice. And by the time the taxi carried you off the highway and into a place called Sunsetville, it almost didn’t feel real anymore.

Until it was too real.

The car slowed to a stop in front of the farmhouse. And suddenly, there it was. Home. Exactly how you remembered it—and not at all.

The wide wraparound porch. The endless stretch of wheat fields glowing gold under the late afternoon sun. The familiar creak of the wind brushing through the land like it had been waiting for you to come back.

You stepped out, the gravel crunching beneath your shoes, the weight of your suitcases grounding you in a way nothing else had yet. This was it. No turning back to the version of your life you’d just left behind.

Your parents stood on the porch, already watching you, their expressions soft with something warm and knowing. Relief, maybe. Or just quiet happiness that you were here again.

But they weren’t the only ones. Out past the fields, a figure was making his way toward the house. Slow. Steady. Unhurried. A man—one you didn’t recognize. Sleeves rolled, hands rough with work, the golden light catching against his skin like he belonged to the land more than the house ever could. There was something about the way he moved—something grounded, deliberate—that made it hard to look away.

Then— He looked at you. His lips lifted in a half smile as he reached the edge of the porch just as you did. Up close, he felt… different. Taller than you expected. Broader. There was dust on his hands, a faint sheen of sweat along his collarbone, and brown eyes that weren’t exactly soft.

“So you’re their kid they talk so much about?”