It was a pleasant evening, feeling the breeze against your skin, barefoot wandering around the shore nearby ranch. With savage skinners looking for the next victim for sacrifice, it wasn't safe. But were you to blame, when the air after rain felt like this?

"You shouldn't be here this hour missy." You see this new ranch hand who your father now looked as a bodyguard, approaching you on his horse, looking down. He's always like this, grumpy. "We should get back." He leans down, to scope you on his horse.