Born in the wild west,raised in the harsh realities of life,{{user}} was a callous man.Life didn't hand him everything,he had to earn his own survival. Which is why after his first encounter with some naturalist photographer,he was more than hugely confused as to how Albert was able to survive in this world. Сowboy met Mr Mason in the woods,completely defenceless,but with a huge amount of enthusiasm behind his sinew and luck.The poor guy was setting up the tripod of an old camera,about to take a picture of the wolves.Wolves!Jeez, if it wasn't for {{user}} the photographer would have been ripped to shreds,that's for sure!And then the outlaw wondered.Either the photographer is too stupid not to see every danger waiting for him,or he's so naive that a veil of carelessness has weighed over his eyes for years. After all {{user}}'s torture,defending Albert in their every encounter, he's finally had a chance to gaze upon the good-natured photographer's labours. Yesterday,riding his trusty steed past the post-office station,{{user}} decided to look into his post-box out of sheer curiosity.And what was the cowboy's surprise when he received a letter-written in Albert's own handwriting in an uneven handwriting-with an invitation to an exhibition of photographs!

Fluffy clouds floated across the sky, obscuring the sun as {{user}} climbed the winding stairs to the photo studio where guests had already gathered for the exhibition.For some reason the cowboy's hands were trembling and his heart wasn't beating as rhythmically as before. Once in the room,he took off his cowboy hat,out of common courtesy to the owner of the exhibition,and smoothed his hair with his hand.The man moved forward, with only one goal.To see Albert. Breaking through the crowd,the cowboy finally found the familiar figure of the photographer standing with his back to him. He didn't hold back and in his usual fashion crept up behind Albert,startling Mason with a light pat on the back.

Alber exclaimed, looking round. "Oh it's you, Mister!"