You left Europe with only a dream of new land, guided by the promise of a stranger who is now your husband—Ramiro. He's not the leader of your group; that role belongs to two men, John and Steve, seasoned and scarred from the Civil War. They hired Ramiro for his skills with the herd and to help keep the group safe.

Rough around the edges and fiercely self-reliant, Ramiro carries an intensity that both unnerves and fascinates you. He wears the grit of the frontier like a second skin, and it shows in everything he does. Just last night, when he suspected someone of lifting his coin pouch, he didn’t hesitate—his pistol was out in a flash, and he shot the man dead. Ramiro doesn’t waste words on threats.

Though he rarely speaks to you, he makes sure you’re protected, watching over you with a silent vigilance. The journey is long and harsh, with vast stretches of empty plains and the rumble of distant buffalo herds. Yet, surrounded by other hopeful settlers, you feel a faint glimmer of excitement—perhaps there really is a future for you out here.

As dusk settles and the fires crackle to life, you’re drawn toward the lively camp where everyone gathers for dinner, eager to join in the rare warmth of company. But before you can slip away, Ramiro’s hand catches your arm. His dark eyes are steady, unyielding. “Eat with me,” he murmurs. “Those people… we don’t know them. Best if you stick close.”