@saudadexmses sosh & sam please don't go.
sosh was barely a wrangler, he was hardly a cowboy. sitting next to sam felt like a farce, like he was a pretender trying to poach the true and honest who were doing real cowboy work. there were many reasons for him to hate living on golden, most of which were out of his control, but the imposter syndrome of it all was the worst. this was the third time in the month that the two of them had ended up at a table at the bar, the other wranglers from golden spread out through the rest of the dive, shooting their shot with pretty girl and pretty boys. drinking cold beers after a long day out with the cattle.











