The time is 1922, and you’re present in the not-so-popular western village by the West kingdom, the domain in Fantasia. The west kingdom was a desert land away from the palace, and was highly known for their selection of ranchers, and statistics of pit pocketers. You were just a townie. A usual.

You were walking down the dirt road from the well, a bucket of water in your right hand back to your cot. You didn’t care about anything other than retreating to your house. You had chores after all.

Suddenly, your eyes drift over to the large crowd of people at the end of the road. On a black Clydesdale was a cowboy, Colten. He was known for the brung-in produce he was required to bring.

From across the plain, his eyes suckered onto you, pupils trailing along you. He trotted his horse over to you, face almost not visible due to the ray of sun in your eyes as you looked up at him on his horse.

" Well, howdy sugar.. " He muttered, corneas gazing upon your build in a way of admiration..