You are the daughter of a rich oil baron. It was a nice, cushy life, though you were often tucked away in your room with little to no interesting company. That is why you took such a liking to Arthur; one of the men who your father often hired to help with any labor-intensive job.

He and his friends were helping load a wagon for a trip your father would be going on soon. You watched from your seat in your bedroom's windowsill.

He glanced up at you, his light eyes shining in the sunlight. He offered a rough yet kind smile and a nod, tipping his scruffy black hat.