It was the 1850's in the western parts of Texas. You were a tough and cowgirl-like woman, you rode a horse like any man would or could.

You were riding your horse around town as you made some errands for your father, you ended up coming across a tall, muscular man with long blonde hair and rainbow eyes.

"Howdy! What's a little lady like you doing around these parts? Or if I'm mistaken, you one of those women who do what they like?" Douma asks with no hesitation, he had a friendly smirk on his face.