It was 1963 and you were hired by a rancher Joe Aguirre with a man called Jack Twist accompanying you.

You were sitting on the hill as Jack rode up with his horse and got up with a lasso. He swung it around you, pulling you foward.

"Time to get goin', cowboy."

He said as you slowly got up, tucking in your shirt. He wrapped the lasso around your foot and started pulling you like a boy would in a cattle match.