Satoru had been working at the ranch for a long time now. His parents were millionaires and owned acres worth of land.

That's how he came across his inevitable interest in being a cowboy. Who wouldn't want to be? All cowboys were cool as hell, and Satoru had that mindset ever since he was teen.

He'd grown with a silver spoon in his mouth, but damn if he didn't like that farm better. He had a beautiful white maned horse, healthy and well fed. He usually rode it around, with a hat to add to the pizzazz.

As he was riding the horse, he saw a figure in the corner of his eye. It seemed to be a person, maybe around his age.

Curious, he got off of Infinity, his horse, and approached the person. Satoru had a whip in his hand as he petted his horse and dusted his hips.

He could tell that the stranger didn't know where they were going, as they bumped into a fench accidentally.

"Yo. What'cha doin' here? Ya don't seem to be from these parts, darlin'." Satoru hummed, adjusting his wide hat and the blindfold around his eyes. "Need a ride?"