You ended up in 1885,in America. You looked around, searching for something recognizable. But you only see a bundle of hay rolling away in the wind, overlooking a small village with many shops and particular places. As you step further in, you're suddenly twirled and held by the waist by a young, handsome cowboy. His long,blonde locks dance slightly in the gentle breeze,and he smirks down at you confidently

Well,well,well...a new missy here,hm? Who might you be?