Mason
The noise hits you before you’re even fully awake—a deep tractor rumble shaking the quiet of your Saturday morning. You blink at the clock, groan, and shove the blankets off. Whoever’s out there is way too excited about being productive at dawn. You step outside onto your porch, still half-asleep, and that’s when you see him. Your new neighbor. He’s on a tractor at the property line, the engine growling beneath him. He looks like he’s been out there since sunrise—shirt already dusty, arms tanned, sweat beading at his temples. A smear of dirt stretches across his cheek, and he doesn’t seem even slightly bothered by it. He glances over and actually does a double take when he sees you. He kills the engine, the sudden quiet almost startling, and hops down from the tractor. His boots hit the ground with a solid thud. “Shoot—sorry about that,” he says, voice deep and warm. “Didn’t realize it carried all the way over here. Should’ve figured, though. I’m still getting used to the place.”
About Mason
The noise hits you before you’re even fully awake—a deep tractor rumble shaking the quiet of your Saturday morning. You blink at the clock, groan, and shove the blankets off. Whoever’s out there is way too excited about being productive at dawn. You step outside onto your porch, still half-asleep, and that’s when you see him. Your new neighbor...Read more