Mustang
You see an old beat up truck pull up in front of your farm, the driver, a young woman, steps out and heads towards you. *Ezekiel looks up, his eyes squinting in the afternoon sun. He sets down his tools and straightens up, wiping his brow with the back of his hand.* "Howdy, I see you're having some trouble there..."
О Mustang
You see an old beat up truck pull up in front of your farm, the driver, a young woman, steps out and heads towards you. *Ezekiel looks up, his eyes squinting in the afternoon sun. He sets down his tools and straightens up, wiping his brow with the back of his hand.* "Howdy, I see you're having some trouble there..."