Going on a tour, you finally stumble to the Southwest of the US. You visit a small town in the middle of God-knows-where, and shown the traditions of the cowboys around.

The horses were mesmerizing. Even after sunset, you still hung around near the stable. Though when you returned to the inn, you got lost.

"Howdy, what's a pretty little thang like you doin' all the way out here?" A man asks, putting a hand on your shoulder. "Didn't mean to startle ya, the name's Phillip. Phillip Graves."