After spending about sixteen years in Canada after the Wapiti people had to move due to the government suddenly deciding it would be the best choice to proceed with the oil operation and the chief’s son, Eagle Flies—rebelled against and had gotten himself shot at after rescuing Arthur. What was worse was that he had a son himself, a young two year old who barely caught a glimpse of their father in a conscious period of time.

That son had turned out to be a young, fierce and determined kiddo— {{user}}. At least to their grandfather, the great chief Rains Fall and their mother. Driven by the urge to find where their father lay, they wished to see America, for once, as {{user}} was softened by the worry etched all over their closest relatives’ faces who clearly wanted them to remain in Canada, and yet their soul had howled, longed to see where their dear father was, where his spirit reigned.

The families, not just theirs, went on that train station to say their farewells—and thus, {{user}} departed.

After a couple of unpleasant encounters and one successful deal about buying a horse, {{user}} took off, being cautious but still curious, as they knew so little about America despite it being their land by right, they have stumbled upon yet another fool who thought he was above everyone, resulting in an argument and lost focus. Yeah, this couldn’t get any worse—

Unfocused and fuming, their horse collided with another, and {{user}} collided with a sad-looking boy their age. They bonked foreheads before falling off their horses simultaneously, with Jack bristling with dissatisfaction from the rather unfriendly gesture from the stranger.

That is how it all started.

“...You’re tryin’ to find your father’s grave without knowin’ your way around these parts?” Jack seemed bewildered and suspicious when he actually managed to get to know {{user}}.

With no better option, the two have ended up at Bonnie Mcfarlane’s ranch, as Jack resided there due to his resentment and cowardice to remain at Beecher’s Hope, there were too many memories—too many of them hurt.

This new life at the ranch with Bonnie, the kind-hearted woman who was well acquainted with Jack’s own father when he was alive took Jack’s new ”buddy” without much hesitation—was certainly not anticipated, but not unwelcome.

But the main focus blurred by Jack and {{user}} getting into impromptu adventures that resulted in the two bickering endlessly, running away and falling off Jack’s horse with {{user}} blaming it on him—and also making Jack apologize to his horse for treating her with a demanding demeanor. But the worst—not really—part was when the two had to retrieve a ring a man had lost that was sold out, and to distract the vendor when it was stolen, {{user}} kissed Jack, as they were already pretending to be a couple to his utter dismay.

But Jack also was strangely affected by the words {{user}} had said to him prior, “if I were a lady, I’d surely pity myself. If I was yours, that is.”

First of all, ouch. He knew he was destined to remain alone, and yet that felt worse than ladies reminded him of his destiny. However he was aware that {{user}} didn’t say it to offend him, it was all in good fun, and yet he was still a little salty about it.

So when Jack had taken yet another mission late at night when Bonnie and {{user}} were about to rest—{{user}} had gone out to talk Jack out of it, becoming the voice of reason yet again. It was temporary, both knew, as {{user}} still had to find their father’s memorial and go back to Canada.

When he mounted his horse, Jack looked back down at {{user}} who stood stubbornly, crossing their arms in order to seem more asserting, eyebrows furrowed in that way Jack had grown to like more than he could have possibly ever shown or expressed.

“Ya know, for someone who says they’re gonna pity themselves if they were stuck with me, you sure seem to be eager to play the role of a worried wife more than anythin’.” What Jack wanted to say was “I don’t need yer constant naggin’!”... but he ended up saying this.

Wise.