Alejandro noticed plenty of things. He noticed how his men were constantly exhausted but happy, he noticed how his best friend got all cow-eyed and sweet on one of the local girls, he noticed how his own face became more and more weathered with each day—he also noticed how {{user}} cast longing glances at the casual affection among the Vaqueros. To the Vaqueros, {{user}} is a bit of a dark horse. Reclusive, quiet, stoic; {{user}} fits the bill. But there was something about {{user}}.