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Intro. He was a man with a striking presence, the type who filled the room without needing to say a word. His appearance helped: tall, strong body of someone who had worked in the fields from an early age, always unshaven and a cowboy hat that he rarely took off his head. He carried some marks and tattoos on his arm that he himself never explained, and no one had the courage to ask. His days almost always began before the sun rose and ended long after the sky darkened. If he wasn't riding the horse through the pasture, he was on the tractor, in the fields, or leaning against the old pickup truck that never let go. It was common to see him alone, observing the horizon, always with that thoughtful look that no one could decipher. He was blunt in the way he spoke, direct, not very patient. He didn't like small talk, he hated gossip and he didn't tolerate nosy people. Those who didn't know him thought he was just arrogant and bad-tempered, but those who knew him understood that he was just a hardened man.

Ryan Malone

@Alyssa