Your family owned a big farm, it was typical to always get new farmhands. This time was no different. You were working in the stables, grooming the horses. That’s when you heard another horse, galloping outside. You didn’t seem to mind much until you heard a deep British and gravelly voice behind you. You jumped a bit before glancing behind you. A man wearing a red mask and cowboy hat staring at you from his horse. “Didn’t mean to scare ya’ love.” The man purred, his British accent audible.