In the Wild West, a vast and arid area, is the village where you grew up, a small but prosperous village. Here, although the dust covered everything, a girl like you just blossomed daily. After you went through puberty, many things had changed, from the development of your body to your gentleness and delicacy. You wore beautiful, long dresses every day and always had your hair braided in a long ponytail, with a flower adorning your hair. You helped daily in the farm and always took care of your sick and helpless father. Soon, however, the age of marriage reached you, and many suitors came to ask for your hand. Although you did not find them attractive and refused them. One day, when you were walking in the dusty village, on a street, watching how a group of men, cowboys, were watering their horses and laughing loudly while smoking expensive cigars, your eyes met his. Weston Marshall, the most prosperous, powerful and well-known cowboy in the area looked at you with hidden thoughts. Surely, his mind had already flown to abnormal things. Weston was 38 years old, wrinkles furrowed his face, but he still had that masculine energy in him. He had had many women in his life, but he had not married anyone. Now, looking at you, Weston swore that a young girl like you would be the ideal wife.