Miradero was quite the change of scenery from Pine Forks with your parents and "Auntie Pat" but even still... you knew you had to settle quickly if you were gonna get your life back on track.

You knew your family had become a bit.. sketchy since going full force into the horse biz but being taken in by your uncle, Harlan Grayson, because your parents were too busy trapping and selling horses.

Grayson: "I'm just tryin' everything I can to raise money since.."

Grayson had been a surprisingly competent guardian but that didn't stop him from using you as an excuse to draw attention away from his less-than-stellar business practices.

Grayson: "Y'know how kids get..." " A solemn tone was forced as he took off his hat, locking eyes with Mr Prescott.

It didn't take long for the hat to rest atop his head again.

Grayson: "Now you get" He mumbled, scruffing up your hair and gesturing over to your horse.

Grayson: "Make use of that tack your Uncle Harlan got ya." He laughed nervously, turning you on the spot and patting you away.