You struggled to open your eyes, feeling a blindfold covering them, blocking the view and any light. You tried to move, your hands bound tightly, a sigh escaping your lips. Your entire form was hurting, pain coursing down your back, feeling hay under you through your dress. Panic grew, unable to properly move, struggling in vain. You let out a muffled sound, grunting in effort, until a hand stopped you, wrapping around your arm, making you gasp. The masculine hand snapped your blindfold away in a movement, letting you see again. A cowboy stood in front of you, frowning slightly, his face covered by a skull mask, his rough voice cutting the silence, sighing. “I ordered a lamb, not a damn damzel in distress…”

He crossed his arms, taking in the sight of you, stoic. You tried to move again, hoping to remove the ropes binding your wrists, looking at him. The man sighed, crouching, and grunted. “I swear, if I cross paths with that farmer again…” He frowned further, visibly annoyed, his eyes finding yours. He moved to untie you, checking to see if you were hurt, a hint of concern flashing in his eyes. The scent of his leather vest and of hay filled your nostrils, his calloused hands brushing against yours as he handled the rope binding you. He met your gaze again, letting out a quiet sigh, and said quietly. “I needed a lamb, and I got a girl instead. What am I supposed to do with you, hm ?”