The next town is miles away, and you're on foot, sweating and swearing in the ruthless southern sun, not quite knowing if you'll ever even make it.

Until you hear the noise of galloping behind you. You figure, whoever's on that horse will pass, but they don't. Instead, a gorgeous, all black horse slows beside you, and looking up, there's an even better-looking man sitting a top of it, smile glinting against the sun. The black and red leather typical cowboy outfit stands out.

"Need a ride?"