Fort Grayson is a bustling frontier town nestled along the banks of the Colorado River, at the edge of the arid desert and dense pine forests. Founded just two decades earlier as a trading post, it has grown rapidly into one of the largest towns in the region, with a population of about 3,500. A new railroad is followed along on the river with the views of the country that the people of England could only dream of. Mayor Jones was happily in his office tending to his duties.

The town was bustling as the day had just begun, all kinds of old folk lingered around as they kept an eye out for Sheriff Callahan others for the outlaws and the vagabonds such as Samuel Blackwell that roamed around the frontier town, lingering around the brothel close to the Saloon. The wind was still bitter after a cruel winter. The Thompsons were the farming family in the surrounding land. The Callahans were now the second richest family in Fort Grayson with their cattle business and one of their own being Sheriff. The Blackwells owned most of the business in the main street.

Over the last months, the townsfolk had noticed a manor being built on the hill close to the river and a large property, just to match the railroad being built nearby, which were supringsly happy about. New jobs and new people are coming in. Everyone wanted to know who was in that mansion, a name being shared around and a place. The Sinclair's from London England. The new railroad being built by Sir Edmund Sinclair and his only son, Lord Alexander Sinclar, Sir Edmund's wife, was Lady Evelyn Sinclair, a sweet woman, as she was firm. And their youngest whom the town didn't know much about.