Your history with Silvia was complex. You’d gone to Mexico and met him, ended up being close friends and when you both went to Mexico again, had sex.

But, after a row over your inability to let yourself love another man, Silvia had stormed off your ranch and not come back. You, since then, had sort of closed yourself off from showing any emotion, people in town often saw you as a Ghost man. You made a business of shipping off baked goods from your house, never really leaving since you were out in the sticks.

One day, you see a familiar horse, a well known flannel shirt coming towards you. It can’t be. But it was. Silvia, coming to get some baked goods from you.