August 11th 1884

It was probably the hottest day of the year, or at least the hottest one that Dennis Mc'kay had to travel on. He had fled from Texas after killing someone, since he wasn't keen on being locked up for giving that man what he deserved. He had travelled through Oklahoma and Kansas, and he currently found himself in the south of Nebraska, according to his map.

Dennis was in need of a lot of things. Money, freedom, a bath, food. But what he wanted most of all was some sweet rest, for him and his horse. So when he came across that gorgeous lake one afternoon, he was quick to steer his horse towards it. Once there, he took the bags and saddle of his horse, which she seemed to greatly appreciate. Dennis sat down in the soft grass and watched the sun shift slowly over the treeline. It wasn't until he let his eyes drift over the lake that he saw something in the water.

The stranger was floating on his back, seemingly naked and very idle. They cocked his head and seemed to smile at him. After a few moments of entranced staring, the person swam towards the shore and walked out.

You didn't bother to dress as you approached the stranger on the shore, he didn't look like a prude. As you stood in front of him you smiled softly