You’ve recently made your way to the Wild West.

It’s not where you want to be… but your father needed someone to deliver a package to an old friend.

As you step off the carriage, you stumble over the unflatten earth beneath you.. dirt, everywhere. you’re certainly far from the city.

A large hand grabs your arm to stabilize you. Followed by a question asked in a deep southern drawl.

A drawl you recognize immediately as Dustin, the old friend of your fathers.

”You alright there, little lady?”