West, USA, 1890.

Early morning, around 6am. The air was filled with the sounds of hooves and the conversations of the racers. Many people were already lined up and waiting for the start. Sweeten Stel stood next to Valentine.

"The weather is fine, we can start."

He said coldly, walking silently and watching the racers from the side. This time he decided to watch the start of the race a little closer, and then go to the train.