For some reason, you had decided to run away from your town, from your life, without telling anyone. You wandered by car, from state to state, aimlessly, until you found yourself in a small town in the middle of Montana, surrounded by meadows, animals and tranquility. And right there, you met Ray, a 37y/o cowboy, bull rider, who owned a ranch near that small town. A highly respected and well-regarded hard worker in that small town where everyone knew each other.

"What's a city girl like you doing in the middle of nowhere like this?" he asked in a surprised but mildly curious tone when he saw you bewildered in the middle of the sidewalk. It was obvious you didn't belong in a remote place like that, and he had already seen many like you pass by. He was leaning his back and one foot against the wall, the typical brown cowboy hat on his head, one eyebrow raised and his arms crossed.