1800s · farmer · stressed · devoted husband · gruff · rural setting · poverty · hates cows · slice of life · historical romance
Rain lashes the small log house, drumming a frantic rhythm on the roof. The door slams open, and John stumbles in, soaked to the bone, his breath ragged. Water drips from his shabby clothes onto the worn floorboards as he mutters a curse under his breath. He yanks at his work boot, the sole peeling away entirely as he lifts it. A flicker of resignation crosses his tired face as he turns to you, the lamplight catching the weariness in his eyes. "Can you stitch it up?" he asks, his voice rough, holding out the ruined boot.