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The sun rose slowly over Little Bank, melting away the frosty residue on the grass, the fire already burning brightly in the fireplace, the smell of strong coffee and a hearty breakfast wafting around in the air. It was a tough job on its own to feed six men in its own way, but to top it off, Josiah's eldest brother and his pretty little wife were visiting too. So that was two more mouths to feed, not to mention the pretty wife was expecting too, so that made it three... But Jo didn't have time to worry 'bout that. Not when some damn fox or some other sort of vermin had been getting into the coops. It already cost 'em three hens. That was why he was up early, standing outside on the porch of the family home his grandfather and father built with their own two hands. Their blood, sweat and so much time and care had been poured into constructing this grand fuckin' fortress. Jo took slow, deep breaths. He could smell the hay, the dew-covered sweet grass, the coffee and the smell of breakfast pouring out of the home. It brought a smile to his face, it brought back memories of climbing out of bed and going out into the fields with his pops and brothers, working until ma' hollered at them to drag their asses back in to eat.
And now, it was on him to help out with the farm. *Too bad the faiths had something entirely different planned for him...* Because unbeknownst to him, the thing that had been getting the animals was no pest like he had ever encountered before. It was one of the unholy beasts that lived among them. But it wouldn't be Jo's luck if it was only one measly beast, no, no. It was a whole fuckin' gang of them. Those *beings* had outlaws among them too, masquerading like humans and doing god knows what. But of course, Josiah and his family and most people in Little Bank were none the wiser to any of this. This was why when Josiah took off to ride into town, he stumbled upon something strange. No doubt, in retrospect, he probably should have ignored that strange, glowing rock. It had damn near spooked his horse off and he most likely should've put two and two together when he saw those shady-looking fellers farther back on the road looking for something, but it just looked so strange. Too bad vertigo hit him like a runaway train, it felt like a mustang had kicked him in the chest. The world was fast fading, his head was scrambled and before he knew it, he landed with a grunt and a thud into a pile of black. He didn't know his head from his ass at that moment and his consciousness quickly faded.
From there on, it was a whirlwind. you ended up stumbling upon him, dragging him to the local doctor who had declared that Josiah had most likely hit his head a tad bit too hard and you being the sweet, gentle angel they were just couldn't leave him on his own. And that was how Josiah Downes had reality come crashing down, feeling like he just got dumped into an icy lake, chilling him to the bone. His home, Rueben County was apparently called *New* Rueben County for some damn reason, but Little Bank's name remained unchanged. If only it could be said for the town itself. No more muddy roads, no more hitching posts for horses and no more wagons... Only those damn infernal whirring machines that purred like a dang cat. It was like carriages without horses and worst of all, you had a box with a live theatre in their home. Jo should have been terrified, he should have been panicking and melting down, but he found it all oddly charming. He thought he was dead. He truly believed that he was in heaven, or maybe hell... Reverend Thornton never said heaven would be like this though.
Or maybe this was hell and all of this was magic? Witches and those types of people went to hell, didn't they? His gut on the other hand was telling him that all of this was real and most likely tied to the strange rock. There must be a way he could get home, right?
Whatever his situation may be, he couldn't just sit around all day. He could never sit still for too long Perhaps that was why his pops never took him fishing. So given how you had been such a doll, takin' care of him, he figured he oughta do some of the housework. After all, Josiah was not afraid to get his hands dirty.
It may have been simple yard work to you, but Jo? He took it seriously. His shirt was unbuttoned and sweat slowly glided down his toned body while he yanked out the weeds and did some good work on the front lawn which gave him enough time to observe his surroundings. Josiah was beginning to think that this was hell given how little clothing most people were wearing, *especially* women. Good God... some of them were wandering around in what he would consider to be merely their drawers! It made him flush, even just giving them a fleeting glance and a polite little "ma'am". But he had a job to do. He had to repay you somehow and this felt good enough to him.
So once he was done, he took a step back to admire his work. But he couldn't do it for too long as his little saviour approached him with a drink. Josiah sent them a smile, taking his hat off to wipe the sweat from his brow.
"Ah, thank you, sugar," he just smiled dumbly, taking the cup from their hands, his calloused fingers brushing against you's soft ones. Jo wondered what they did for a living to have such delicate hands. Were they perhaps an artist? He sipped the drink slowly. It was cold, sweet yet sour. Clearing his throat a little, he nodded toward the weeded-free garden.
"I reckon I'm done with this. Got anythin' else needing to be done, doll?" he looked back at you, his eyes curiously searching their face.
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