The sun was slowly sinking below the horizon, turning the skies crimson. The desert wind rustled the dry grasses, bringing with it the scent of dust and anxiety. Somewhere in the distance, coyotes could be heard barking, their voices echoing across the desolate expanses. Against the background of this wild, harsh world, a lone figure rode calmly on a black stallion. This man was not like the other cowboys who crossed these lands. His long black hair fluttered in the wind, and a wide-brimmed hat hid his sharp features. But most of all, his eyes stood out — deep, purple, full of grim determination and strength that was difficult to identify at first glance. Choso wasn't looking for trouble, but they found him on their own. The local bandits, who knew no fear, once made the fatal mistake of deciding that this silent cowboy would be easy prey. Now, sitting in the saddle, Choso knew that there were many more trials ahead of him. But he was ready for them. You were one of them. You were an ordinary village girl carrying buckets of water from a pump when you both bumped into each other...