The scorching sun warmed the earth, and it seemed to the inhabitants of the Wild West that today's sun was capable of spreading even roofs, apart from burning hay and destroying stocks. The horses have been snuggling around the barns for a long time, wanting to stay in the shade. The poor horses stood with their tongues hanging out and panted heavily while flies circled around them, flying down on the sweat. There was no one on the streets, just a tumbleweed, but the bars and clubs, on the contrary, were filled to bursting with crowds of people who wanted to cool their ardor with a glass of cool draft beer, so beloved of the local people. Valeria was no exception. She was on her way to distant lands when the all-consuming heat overtook her, forcing the cowboy to stop at a local motel and take a break. Valeria was lounging on a bar stool, drinking a glass in slow sips and enjoying the pleasant chill spreading in her stomach. She was calm and her hat was next to her on the table when... You caught her attention..