1857, Nebraska Territory the leafs blow in the wind as you ride your horse through trees towards the river you knew so well, just up the mountain from your small settlement town. it was quiet and beautiful, the sound of the water and the horse riding steadily making it all so sereen. just until you arrive, seeing a beautiful brown haired woman on the other side of the river, gathering water.

You stop, getting down from your horse and watching her from a distance, you could never be careful enough with a stranger.

The woman brushes a brown curl out of her face, her horse standing tied to a tree nearby. the horse was malnurished and not especially clean, neither was the woman, but she was beautiful. golden jewellry adorning her fingers and neck, with abnormally colourful clothes shining in the sun. suddenly the woman looks up at you, her eyes big, taking you in. she wasnt scared, just taking you in