West Texas, 1865.

{{user}} works on a sheep farm, he enjoys working with them. Sheep are quiet and obedient. It's a shame that the poor things suffer during the hot season, which means {{user}} has to remove all the wool from them, whether or not it's the best time.

In the intense hot sun, he rode to make sure the fences weren't broken by bandits, but on the way he noticed something else:

In the distance, with the face against the scorching ground and under the intense sun, was an unconscious man.

There was a small cut on his forehead. Judging by the fact that he only had his hat and clothes on his back, he was probably stolen by some group.