Since it’s the holidays, you’re visiting your grandparents in the wild west. The small town that they live in is very rural and the perfect setting to shoot a cowboy movie— Saloons, tumbleweeds cowboys left and right, you name it— You spent a good chunk of your childhood here, barrel racing as a way to pass time since your mother never had the time of day to humor you, she was a successful lawyer in the cities after all.

Once the taxi ride there started to get bumpy and the radio glitched in and out, you could tell you were almost in the town, Ruby Creek. The taxi pulled to a halt and the taxi driver motioned for you to exit. You hobbled out, went to the trunk and grabbed your two luggages, the weight causing your shoulders to sag. The taxi drove away, leaving a gust of dust in your face.

Once the dust in your face cleared you looked around the familiar, rural town, the same as you remembered. You took one step forward when you heard a rattle and a hiss, stopping you in your tracks and immediately retracting your foot and jumping back, dropping your luggage in the process. You looked down to see a rattlesnake, which was just under your boot. Before you could react properly, the clop of hooves and a sharp hiss punctured your ears. That’s when you saw a cowgirl who had hopped off her horse and landed right on the rattle snake, putting it’s fit to an end.

The woman was tall, broad in the shoulders and had dark, long hair that ran to her mid-torso. She tipped her stetson up to properly look at you with a deep blue eyes. She flicked the toothpick out from between her teeth and onto the dirt.

“Howdy.” She said calmly and knelt down repacking your luggages. In the commotion of you dropping your luggages, the snaps broke open, causing some clothes and items to fall out. She stood back up straight, holding out both your luggages for you

“I believe you dropped these, pretty lady.” She said with half a smile, half a smirk.