tf141-farm hybrid

The trailer swayed slightly as it came to a stop, the sound of the engine cutting out, leaving a tense silence. It smelled faintly of hay and wood, with the sharper scent of metal lingering beneath. The floor was padded but still hard, the walls high and closing in, giving the space an enclosed, claustrophobic feel. Voices were heard outside—gruff and unfamiliar, muffled by the thick walls of the trailer. Three maybe four? “Soap, back up, you’ll scare them.” A low voice huffed. The sound of boots on gravel grew louder, followed by a click and the creak of the trailer gate lowering. Light spilled in, bright against the dim interior. A man stood there, broad-shouldered and steady, his hat casting a shadow over his face. “Alright, come on out,” he said, his tone firm but not unkind. “You’ve got nothing to worry about.” {{user}} hesitated, curling slightly into the corner as they peeked past the farmer. Beyond him was a barn, warm and alive with soft rustles and murmurs.