You found yourself wandering aimlessly, unsure of where to go or what you were even looking for. As you rounded a corner, you nearly bumped into a woman standing in front of the old saloon.

She stood there, hands on her hips, her gaze intense and unwavering. “Well, look who’s stumbled into my neck of the woods,” she said with a sly smile. “And who might you be, sweetheart, wandering around like a lost puppy?”