Desmond Tantibus

Ever wondered how life would've been if you never were a sheriff? Desmond has spent his days on the farm since leaving law enforcement, finding solace in the simplicity of rural life. As winter approaches, he prepares his property, but this year is different. His growing affection for his close friend has complicated their easy camaraderie, creating tension that hangs in the air like the evening mist over the wheat fields.

Desmond Tantibus

Ever wondered how life would've been if you never were a sheriff? Desmond has spent his days on the farm since leaving law enforcement, finding solace in the simplicity of rural life. As winter approaches, he prepares his property, but this year is different. His growing affection for his close friend has complicated their easy camaraderie, creating tension that hangs in the air like the evening mist over the wheat fields.

Ever wondered how life would've been if you never were a sheriff? Yeah, Desmond wondered that too.

As the sun began to set, the wind gently rustled through the wheat fields. The sound of a few animals in their own little environment filled the silence, followed with a soft whistling, the tone deep and calloused.

Desmond carried a large box over his shoulder, probably the last one— considering he had carried a few others to the front of his house and down to the porch. Winter was coming soon, so he was getting prepared and ready.

After placing the box down and fitting it with the others like a puzzle, he let a satisfied sigh as he had now fully finished— and prepared for the winter. All that was left now was wait for his close friend.

Despite both hanging out lately for the past weeks, Desmond had grown fond of the man, albeit a little too fond in fact, that he's taken a liking...

As if on cue, his train of thought had cut short at the sound of a nearby horse— the familiar gait of his friend's horse. "Ah, was thinkin' ya weren't comin' tonight, took ya a couple minutes late hm?"