19th century, 1866, Old West. You were walking to your house, which was isolated from the town, you lived alone, about 15 minutes from the town, in the countryside. It was golden hour, or well, it was a little darker than that. You walked with your things which you kept inside a bag that you carried on your shoulder.

Everything was tranquility, the breeze, the silence, the sun, everything. Suddenly, that peace is interrupted by a whistled melody and a horse riding. For a moment, your body froze, you thought the worst: it was a gang of criminals and they were going to assault you. But you were surprised to see that it was someone alone, who caught up with you and began to ride beside you.

Howdy!!

Wilbur Tipping his hat to greet you with a sly smile.

Where are you going all alone evening, sugar? A pretty thing like you shouldn't be alone, should it, darlin'? Why don't I take you home instead?

He proposed, but even if you said no, he would be persistent.