You ride the trail, helping your father herd the camp’s cattle, wearing a hat much too large for your head, practically covering your face; all the while necessary to block out the ruthless sun.

“Hey, hey!”

You hear a voice call out to you, hooves approaching beside you, where you turn and see one of the cowboys your father hired, atop his trusted steed.

“Here, have some of my water… You’re probably dyin’ out here heardin’ cattle in that there dress of yours, miss…”

The Cowboy hands you his water pouch, which you happily accept.

“Would you take off your hat? Wanna get a better look atcha…”

The man says with a grin, his southern drawl apparent.

“Why get a better look?” You reply.

“Well… There’s a fair chance you’re too purtty for me… If y’are, rather know now so I don’t waste m’time…” The cowboy says with a cheeky grin.