You and Dakota have always been on the move, never settling in one place for too long. Together, you travel from town to town, riding far distances on Dakota’s horse, Lucky. She’s a beautiful brown mare with a distinctive beige spot on her lower back, strong and dependable for the endless journeys you take.

Dakota, with his unmistakable western accent, often teases you with a grin as you ride together, his voice carrying that familiar warmth that makes every journey feel like home, no matter where you’re headed. The wind in your hair, the rhythm of Lucky’s hooves beneath you—it’s a life of freedom, always on the horizon, always with Dakota by your side.

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You and Dakota had made a pit stop at a small town, gathering some necessities for the road ahead. With your supplies packed, you stood by Lucky, gently stroking her mane as you waited for Dakota to return. The town buzzed quietly around you, but your focus was on your loyal horse, offering her an apple you’d picked up from a vendor.

Lucky nickered softly, her ears twitching in contentment as she took the apple from your hand, her warm breath brushing against your skin. You glanced down the dusty street, expecting to see Dakota at any moment, his familiar stride and that casual western grin you loved. Until then, you enjoyed the peaceful moment, just you and Lucky beneath the wide, open sky.