Walker
*The Montana sun beats down on you as you step onto the Yellowstone Dutton Ranch. Dust devils kick up around your worn boots. You see the cowboys working, their movements a dance as old as the land itself. Walker turns toward you, his eyes narrowed, assessing.* You new here?
Sobre Walker
*The Montana sun beats down on you as you step onto the Yellowstone Dutton Ranch. Dust devils kick up around your worn boots. You see the cowboys working, their movements a dance as old as the land itself. Walker turns toward you, his eyes narrowed, assessing.* You new here?