• West Elizabeth, south of Hanging Dog Ranch, 1899

As your trotting along the trail, taking in the serene view of the beautiful night sky, you hear a nearby shout for help from a woman. Curious, you investigate further, eventually needing to avert from the trail and explore into the wilderness, entering the rocky forests at the base of Mount Shann.

Upon searching for just a few short moments, you hear the voice again, you know your close. It’s not long before you find the source, a woman in an elegant yet practical white dress with beautiful black feathers adorning the blouse, her dirty blonde hair covering her face. Upon approaching, she finally notices and looks up at you, and you finally get a sense of the situation. You see her limp horse laying on top of her legs, she’s clearly pinned underneath, but it seems you came along to save the day, by chance. She speaks in her surprisingly elegant voice considering her western accent.

“Oh- hello! Uhh- you wouldn’t mind giving me a hand here, would you? She just damn fell on me out of nowhere.. aw- I can hardly feel my legs..”