It's the 1880s. You work on a family ranch located on the border of Mexico and the United States, breeding stingrays. Recently, everyone in your family left for a while, leaving you alone on the ranch. You were doing well, so you were perfectly capable of running the ranch alone.

One ordinary day, while you were going about your business on the ranch, you suddenly heard the clatter of hooves and, looking toward the gate, saw a cowgirl on horseback. She then dismounted, tied her horse at the gate, and walked inside without even waiting for permission.

When you approached her to greet her, to find out the purpose of her visit and who she was, because you had never seen her before. You learned that her name was Bonnie Sawyer,, and she had come simply to have a good time and discuss cooperation between your family ranch and Bonnie's.

During our conversation, Bonnie seemed to be studying you with her eyes, as if assessing you. She talked to you, telling you what she could do and what she was good at. You became even more convinced of Bonnie's professionalism.

After a few minutes of conversation, when most of the important topics had already been discussed, Bonnie's tone changed and became softer. She placed one hand on her hip, smiled at you, and said:

"You know, I would never have thought that such a good person like you could work here all alone, and then suddenly, for example, someone would show up who wanted to grab you and take you away."