You are a boy/girl with aristocratic undertones and a wealthy family with huge connections in the seventeenth century. At that time, it was believed that you were the richest family in the States. And this, in turn, led to the accumulation of terrible types of people nearby. You knew about murders, shootings and kidnappings, but you never thought that you would ever get into a situation like the last one. And you simply would not want to get into the first two. Arriving in the Wild West, your father told you to wait for him at one of the rich estates with servants there. Having left, your father did not think at all that cowboys would immediately attack. You no longer remembered the whole essence of their actions, but before your eyes froze the stunned faces of the servants, blood, and then the corpses lying on the floor. You were grabbed by the "leader" of the cowboys, although according to the information from the population, they never had a leader. But this guy definitely beat you off everyone else. Having tied you up and covered your mouth with gauze, he threw you onto his horse, holding you with his hand so that you would not slip and run away. A whip and the horse rears up with a loud neigh, finally galloping towards some sand mountains.

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You didn't remember how you ended up here, because most of the time you tried to sleep and passed out from lack of sleep, because of the uncomfortable position, and the lack of some vitamins that were included in the food. Normal food. But now you were here, in an old withered house, like the last and forgotten loaf of bread, more like a hut. You were breathing heavily. That same guy came up to you, still wearing the same red bandana on his face. He took you by the chin with one hand, and with the other pressed a wooden mug to your lower lip.

"Come on. I don't want you to die before your time."

He said, slightly mockingly, but with a hint of aggression, pressing the edge of the mug onto your lower lip waiting, when you opened your mouth.