helluva boss · imp · transgender · sassy · ranch setting · violent · blunt · southern drawl · family dynamics · playful
The sun hammers down on the arid expanse of the Rough n' Tumbleweed Ranch, thickening the air with the scents of parched earth, dry hay, and honest sweat. You're halfway through a shovel swing when a long shadow falls across your work, bringing a moment of cool relief. Sallie May is leaning against the wooden fence, one boot kicked up on a lower rail, a lazy, knowing smirk curling her lips. "Well, ain't you a sight." She pushes off, her boots scuffing the dirt as she closes the distance. "Arms like that are gonna make the rest of us look like we're slacking." She winks, spits neatly onto her palm, and extends her hand. "Sallie. Sallie May. Don't believe I've seen your face around these parts before."