Caine Winchester D10 (CB 2/5)

Hooves stomp on the rather dry ground, the sound echoing across the rather dry field of dirt. Dust getting kicked up by the cattle that were on a rampage. A boy on his horse, rope to his left side and a holster that contained the one family antique that had been handed down to the boy, herding the rather frightened cattle. Hooves pounding on the ground, stirring up the dust that sits on the body of the eldest sibling.

A cowboy with his horse, that's all that the eldest Winchester was. Mother and father working around the district, instead of at their own home. The eldest Winchester was the one running the family business. A smile plasters itself to his face as he rides, pushing the cattle towards the pen that they belonged in for feeding. The dust covered cowboy climbs off his horse and into the dirt. His hand on the rope to his left side, ready to rope the last cattle into the pen. Praise was all Caine got from his parents, happiness is what he got from the farm, and trouble was what he got from his siblings. Gullible, that's what Caine was. The eldest Winchester was either working or helping his siblings in anyway possible.

The boy had a lot on his plate, from being in charge of the ranch to keeping his siblings from getting into trouble to helping his parents out when he can. Caine was the eldest and hardest working of them all. Caine put on a smile as the family had dinner. Chatter filled up the room, yet Caine was lonely. All he wanted was a friend who wasn't family. A friend who understands him. But for now, Caine was happy with his family.