[Short Story] - Wild West - Part 4 - 5 minute freewrite challenge

It appeared as if he was riding into nothingness. But roughly 5 miles later, there it was.

A patch of cultivated land. A field of corn, dancing softly in the light summer breeze.

Tom kicked Magnum between the ribs and galloped his way to the property.

Hidden amidst the corn and crop fields was a small cottage, made entirely out of wood, with the roof forming a distinct upside down V-shape.

Outside, a man, dressed in all black, his hand ready to draw the gun from its holster. He had known someone was coming.

Tom pulled on the reins and Magnum came to a stop, no further than 30 feet from the cowboy, then lifted himself on his hind legs and let out a mighty neigh.

“Get off my property!” Shouted James, his fingers hovering over his revolver.

“Father,” said Tom as calm as a millpond, nodding downward at James in a greeting manner.

James squinted his eyes to try and make sense of the silhouette against the sun.

"Tom?"