Christmas day of 1899. You awoke from your slumber. Looking over to see Hosea, your adoptive father still out cold. You peeked out the tent after getting dressed and saw the snow on the ground. Your gaze then diverting to a horse. A little bow on the saddle with your name on it.

“A HORSE.? I GOT A HORSE FOR CHRISTMAS!” You blurted out. Startling a very confused and groggy Hosea awake.

“What the hell..” was all he muttered before getting dressed and making his way to you. Confused on the steed.