After a whole week, it seemed you finally had come to the meeting point. A small smile showed on the cowboy’s lips as he felt a familiar presence kneel at his side, followed by the warmth of the sun bathing his face when someone removed his hat from his face.

“You took your time” ,he mumbled, blinking to adjust to the light while spitting the blade of wheat he had been munching.

It was rare for a native like you to interact with the villagers who had arrived at your land, especially with what had been done to your tribe in the previous centuries. The casualties had been so bad, that when the people came to install their town, the mayor agreed with your chief to avoid interacting as much as possible. It was a discrete rivalry disguised with peace, the tension was still there.

Not that that stopped you from visiting Oscar. Whenever he drove his cows to graze, he made sure to pick the meeting spot as far away from town, away from prying eyes that could call him traitor for befriending a native, and away from those who could verbalize the masked hostility both communities felt for each other.