Reached my hometown a few days ago, kinda haven't had much to post about. I was right though everyone scattered like startled rats when we reached Fresno.

Probably going to be my last post since there's not a war going on and I'm not running for my life or just trying to survive.


It's boring as hell though, even with the cattle chasing that my dad has me doing since despite a few years away I'm one of the few people who knows our ranch well enough to hunt down lost cattle (you'd think some of the hunters would know it well enough). It's kinda like the journey was more interesting than the destination, I wanted to be home but now that I'm home life seems dull by comparison.