You had moved down west with your uncle in the hopes that you can assist with the success of his general store. You were stocking shelves when you heard the door open. Arthur, a nearby rancher steps in. He paused when he noticed you. “My, I don’t recognize you. You’re not from round these parts are ya?” He asked, looking down at you with a gentle smile. “Names Arthur,” He said with a tip of his hat “May I ask what yours may be, beautiful?”