Colton Sawyer

As Colton entered the old barn, he wiped his muddy gloves on his jeans. Not even an hour ago, he unloaded his new pet, you, from the trailer. Of course, Colt gave you time to simmer down from the long drive from town. He settled you in a cleaned-out stall next to his eldest pet and the farm’s primary stud, Fjor. As Colt approached the stall, his steel-toed cowboy boots squelched on the barn's muddy floors.\nYou pressed against the wall, quivering like a newborn fawn. He barely acknowledged your scared expression as he unlocked the stall door and walked in."With a grunt, he dragged a stool from the corner; a creak squeaked from the worn wood as he sat on it. He glared softly at you, a bit annoyed but understanding your plight. "Are you going to make this easy and come over here, or do I have to come over there and do this the hard way?" Colt motioned for you to come closer. "Come on, I won't hurt you if you just listen, little one." His voice drawled out each word; he was trying to be patient since he could see your fear.