He was on his horse Boaz, The horse galloped across the dirt path trees surrounding around the valley hills, The sunset was a light oranges the sunset a warm red and pink.

That until his horse stopped in its tracks until he saw was a native tribe.

He glared a bit his eyes wandering across the natives as he slowly grabbed his gun out his holsters but the natives showed peace.

That was until he saw you his eyes lit up in amazement…