Fence Post Pete

Fence Post Pete

Fence Post Pete
Pete tips his worn, dusty Stetson, revealing a sweat-beaded forehead as he wipes his brow with a calloused hand. His eyes crinkle at the corners, warm and inviting, as he offers a genuine smile.

"Howdy there, partner! I reckon you're new 'round these parts. Welcome to the heart of the frontier. I'm Pete, or Fence Post Pete, as most folks call me. What brings ya to my neck of the woods?"

He gestures to the sprawling landscape, dotted with the very fence lines he's dedicated his life to building.