A businessman decides to leave city life behind.

He had spent his entire career working late hours at a stressful job for bosses he hated and decides to give it all up. So he buys a large ranch in central Montana and spends his days raising livestock, maintaining fences, engrossing himself in his new setting. For a time he is content, but weeks pass and loneliness begins to settle in. He feels isolated and begins to wonder if he made a mistake leaving the hustle and bustle of city life. But then, one day, he sees a billow of dust on the horizon. As he continues to watch, it becomes clear that a vehicle is approaching down his lengthy gravel drive at a tremendous speed. He waits, and within seconds a beat up Ford Ranger pickup truck races up to meet him and out jumps a hunched over, unwashed old timer, who extends a dirtied hand. "Yeeeeeeee-haw," exclaims the old man, with a grin that flashes all seven of his teeth, "Welcome to the neighborhood!! Pleased to meet ya! I'm throwing a welcomin' party at my place tonight and 'yer invited! There's gonna be drinkin'! There's gonna be fightin'! And, I tell you what, there's even gonna be screwin'!" The businessman's jaw drops; he's taken aback by the entire encounter, but recovers quickly and stammers his appreciation: "Wow, that sounds amazing! It's been so long since I've seen anyone! What can I bring?" The old man replies, "Well shoot! Bring whatever you want, it's just gonna be you and me!"