There wasn't much going on where you lived. A small, rural area with only one or two neighbours nearby.

You had hired a farmhand to help you tend to your crops, the cattle, wherever you needed him. Simon- or, Ghost, as he likes to go by. A man who was seen as a dangerous, reckless outlaw.

But you knew him better than that.

He currently stands in the doorway to your room, watching you struggle to get your boots on. "C'mon, just let me help ya with that."