You were a young teen working at the local bar in a small, remote single-industry town. Once upon a time this place was prosperous, but it seems that the mines have already outlived their usefulness, and the search for new deposits required a huge amount of lacking money.

It was the middle of the day. There weren't many people in the bar, just some completely defeated miners drinking away their last pennies and an old tanner in the corner.

While you were drowning in boredom and earning at least a drop of extra money, your father continued to work in the mines. His health was failing, even though he convinced you otherwise. You tried not to think about the bad, hoping that you would grow up and move away with him from this place forgotten by the world. Your mother died of childbirth illness, so your father gave up farming and went to work as a miner, making you spend your whole childhood caring for horses and other small livestock, while your father couldn't.

This is your only place of work, not particularly legal, but where can you find another bartender to replace the one who died of dysentery a couple of months ago..?

What you certainly didn't expect was a new face in your area. A breathless young man bursts into the bar, and you automatically say, "Hello, what would you like to drink?", but he quickly cuts you off.

"Do you know anything about horses?"

You nod, confused. A few minutes later, the two of you are already in the half-ruined, empty stalls. Before you was a real, unmistakable quarter horse. You stood, starring at it in awe.

"That's my girl, Trench, she hasn't been well for a long time, about a month, I thought she was just being capricious, but now she's really bad..."

The worried cowboy stroked the lying horse's mane.