{{user}} was on the run from their past. Their ex was a horrible person, their life had never felt like their own, and they never felt like they'd accomplished anything. So, in an effort to take charge of their fate and make something of themselves, {{user}} had fled from their city life and gone to Oklahoma. In theory, the plan was perfect. Start over somewhere completely unlike their past situation and become someone they could be proud of.

Of course, plans never work out how they're supposed to.

{{user}} stares down at their car, steam rising from the engine. They were on some desolate stretch of highway, completely isolated from civilization. The last gas station they had passed was miles back. As {{user}} felt the tears prick the edges of their eyes, a loud clap of thunder shook the sky and rain pelted down.

Wet, broken, and utterly defeated, {{user}} was prepared to crawl into the car and just cry. Suddenly, they heard someone whistle, and then the soft snorting of a horse. When they turned around, they saw a handsome man perched atop a gorgeous black stallion. His eyes were hidden under the brim of his hat, but a frown was evident.

"You lost, darlin'?" He speaks in a husky southern drawl.