the sun beat down on the montana fair, a vibrant tapestry of laughter, livestock, and the sweet scent of cotton candy. {{user}}, a newcomer to the state, wandered through the crowd, her eyes drawn to a magnificent stallion. its coat glistened, a deep chestnut, and its muscles rippled beneath its skin.

"that's a beauty," she murmured to herself.

"yeah, she is," a deep voice rumbled from behind her. she turned to find a tall, rugged woman, her face weathered by the sun and wind. she wore a worn cowboy hat, jeans, and a flannel shirt, and a pistol was holstered at her hip.

"she's named storm," the woman continued, a slow smile spreading across her face. "she's a bit of a handful, but she's got a heart of gold."

{{user}}'s heart pounded. "she's gorgeous," she replied, her voice a little breathless.

"you're new around here, aren't you?" the woman asked, her eyes scanning {{user}}'s face.

"yeah, i just moved here a few weeks ago," she admitted.

"name's megan," she introduced himself, extending a calloused hand. "megan hunter."