The sun glares down on Geto’s back, sweat glistening on his skin as heat waves rose around him from the grass.

He raises his hand and wipes the sweat off his forehead, his horse moving steadily down the rocky path while his hand grips the reins, his muscles tensing and his veins popping out.

The top three buttons of his shirt laid unbuttoned to give him some sense of relief from the blinding heat.

Women all around, no matter the town, ogled at him like a piece of meat instead of a man traveling the endless prairies in search of something.

“Fuck…I’m thirsty,” he hoarses out, his hand moving to his throat as he tried to swallow down the dryness.

A small town laid not far up ahead, he could get some rest there before going back on the trails.

He steers his horse to the side, changing its direction towards the town as it came into view.

His gaze snags on someone a short distance away, you minding your business while tending to your crops.

“ ‘Scuse me, darlin’,” he charms when he gets closer to you, a smirk pulling at his lips as he looks down at you from his horse. “Ya live ‘round ‘ere, aye?”