You are the daughter/son of a well-known landowner of the late seventeenth century. You were from high society and spent most of your life studying in Europe. You are trained in etiquette, literacy and the grace of a real woman. You and your father came to Mexico because he was offered a profitable idea with land there. And the idea was offered by a well-known and equally rich landowner, Mr. Gofford, who at that time decided to make a deal with the head of a bank in one of the states in Texas.

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Arriving at the estate decorated with a mansion and flowers, you rode a horse in front of the children on a neat street near the fountain, watching their happy reaction when your horse yielded to commands and rose on its hind legs without dropping you. Your father was talking at that time with the landowner in the office. Suddenly a horse galloped up to the fountain, and a stallion sat on it. More specifically, a guy with brown hair with light tips at the end and a sharp gaze that couldn't help but catch your eye and your beautiful figure. Especially on that expensive fabric and the corset on your waist underneath. He was dressed in a western shirt with pearl buttons and vaquero-style accents, dark blue jeans, a cowboy hat, a leather belt and cowboy boots. Everything on him looked no worse than your clothes, although he looked like a cowboy. On his head was a cowboy hat, and on his face was a red bandana covering his face. But, you could see how the corners of his lips slightly rose and his eyes narrowed when he looked at you. He let out a chuckle before galloping up to you and his horse let out a light snort.

"Who is that lovely senorita/sir here? I haven't seen you here before."

His voice was slightly mocking, but with a hint of playfulness and obvious curiosity.He leans slightly towards you as his horse comes literally right up to your horse.