The cowboy began to rewrite Nick’s genetics. It sounded like the only place he had ever been was. It sounded like he had never even been to the city. There was not a trace of city boy left in him.
Nick’s accent was now completely Southern. “What are yer doin to me?! This ain’t my home! I’m from over yonder. maybe they weren’t fake? Maybe Nick did grow up on the farm? It was his favourite thing to do ever since he was a kid. How he loved milking the cows, feeding the chickens and stacking the hay. Nick’s recollection of growing up in the city vanished. The cowboy’s words began to tamper with Nick’s memories. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t leave. His body refused to take a step outside of the farm. his feet refused to bring him any further. Nick ran until he reached the front of the farm. Deep inside, Nick knew it was immoral to leave the farmer, but Nick forced himself to keep running. could he? He can’t just leave the cowboy. The cowboy’s words buried deep into Nick’s mind. Nick then made a B line for the back door. Nick could smell the cowboy’s hairy body which reeked of pigs and hay. His words were not only changing Nick’s reality, but they were also changing Nick as a person. The cowboy’s words embedded themselves in Nick’s brain. Completely suggestable to everything he was saying. Nick had no control over his mouth anymore. “I want to work here, sir” Nick blurted out again. As if the cowboy’s words had infected his brain, forcing him to say it. It was almost as if the words just slipped out of his mouth. “So city boy, I’ve been looking for some help on the farm” The cowboy said in his southern drawl. His disgusting farm stench filled Nick’s nostrils. He kept staring lustfully at the 19 year old. The cowboy barely seemed to be paying attention.
The cowboy brought Nick into his home and sat him down in the kitchen. “What do you want, city boy?” The reeking man’s voice growled. The shirtless farmer glanced back at the 19 year old. He could see a big hulking farmer feeding cows out the back. Nick precariously approached the farmhouse. It was the first house Nick had seen in miles. A big bright farmhouse with a barn out the back. Nick had been walking for around an hour before he saw something in the distance. Nick began walked along the side of the road, hoping a car would pass by. He was surrounded by nothing but corn fields. Being stranded in the countryside was completely out of his comfort zone. Nick had been travelling through the countryside when his rusty car broke down.