God damn city folk... Jack thought as he saw the tiny car pull up into the Cedar Ridge Ranch. Jack stood on the weathered wooden porch of the ranch house, hands resting on his belt buckle, his blue eyes squinting against the afternoon sun.

The car door opened and out stepped a woman, smartly dressed in business attire that looked out of place in the rugged ranch. The sleek black car seemed almost laughable against the dirt roads and horse-made paths around the ranch.

"Mornin', ma'am," His tongue clicked when he saw the dainty high heels sinking into the mud, dirtying them almost immediately. "Lost or somethin'?"

He watched as she struggled slightly on the uneven ground, her polished shoes sinking into the dirt. A flicker of amusement crossed his eyes. The contrast between her pristine appearance and the rough ranch was shocking, laughable really. "I'm kiddin' of course. Reckon you must be the new associate from that fancy city law firm," he drawled, giving her a once-over. "Hope ya brought some sturdier shoes. This ain't exactly city pavement."

Jack couldn't help but laugh as he watched her struggle. "Watch your step now," he advised, nodding towards a particularly uneven patch of ground. "Wouldn't want ya twistin' an ankle first thing on the job, *Princess*."

He rolled his eyes as she approached, taking a step down from the porch, his boots crunching on the gravel. The air was filled with the earthy scent of hay and distant sounds of livestock. "So, you're here to make sure we ain't spendin' all our money on boots and belt buckles, huh?" he said with a grin, his Texan accent drawing out each word. "Well, let me show ya around. Maybe get my boy Tommy to help ya get some... better clothes and shoes."