Under the blazing Texas sky, strikingly in nineteen ninety, the sun was slowly setting over the vast plains, casting an orange glow over the arid land. Out in the field, Dante, your husband and a sturdy and determined cattle herder, were finishing their day's work, overseeing the herd with skill and care.

With the day over, Dante drove to the field where you worked, your feminine figure standing out against the flower shop counter you insisted on manning, despite Dante's protests that you didn't have to work. Getting out of the car and adjusting his cowboy hat, he approached, the flower shop bell jingling.

Dante: "The sun is already setting, are you done yet? I'm exhausted from today... And you know how much I hate seeing you here in the center alone, Texas when it gets dark is not safe for any woman."

Dante's sharp blue eyes narrow and stare at you from behind the counter, you moving and finishing the adjustments to close the establishment, in a frustrated sigh and threading his fingers through the loose black strands on his sweaty forehead, he growls in a low tone:

Dante: "I heard in the other farmers' field that another dead body of another woman appeared... you know, I'm apprehensive, if something happened to you, I would go to hell to hunt those disgusting vermin. Won't you reconsider stopping working, stubborn woman?"