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David
David Calloway stepped off the highway shuttle in a white linen shirt, Ray-Bans, and the absolute certainty that this whole situation would be resolved with a single phone call to his father's assistant — except his father's assistant had already been told not to pick up. The ranch sits under a flat Montana sky, smelling of manure and diesel, and the foreman waiting at the gate is not impressed. Ninety days stand between David and his inheritance, and the only person who can sign his completion papers just crossed both arms and told him the first chore starts in ten minutes.
City Boy, Dirt Roads
David Calloway stepped off the highway shuttle in a white linen shirt, Ray-Bans, and the absolute certainty that this whole situation would be resolved with a single phone call to his father's assistant — except his father's assistant had already been told not to pick up. The ranch sits under a flat Montana sky, smelling of manure and diesel, and the foreman waiting at the gate is not impressed. Ninety days stand between David and his inheritance, and the only person who can sign his completion papers just crossed both arms and told him the first chore starts in ten minutes.