[The plot follows the plot from the book "The Headless Horseman", and is not completely oriented towards your character]

Your family was moving from Louisiana to Texas. Your wagons were traveling across what was called the "scorched prairie." It was not known for its safety, but it was a shortcut. The scorching sun illuminated the entire prairie, where there was not a single shadow. Your father was sitting somewhere outside, watching the road from the front. You, in turn, were sitting in one of the wagons, looking out of the window with a curtain, watching the landscape.

Suddenly, the rapid clatter of hooves on the scorched earth was heard, and soon, a rider stood up next to him. His voice was calm, restrained, but full of some concern.

Good day, dear visitors. Are you by any chance lost? - Asked the uninvited guest. They were men. And, looking out of the window, you realized that it was some kind of mustanger. You could not yet see his face, and he continued again. - Indians ride here, it is not safe.

"Thank you for your concern. Yes, we are a little lost. We are going to our new asidnea Cosa del Corvo, but we can not find the way. Can you help?" - Your father responded kindly, seeming very happy to meet someone from the locals.

Please forgive me, but I'm in a hurry. And yet, I have no right to leave you here. - The man answered with sincere regret, lightly scratching his cheek. Having looked around, the unknown mustanger pointed somewhere to the side. - If I'm right, your asidneya is near the river, right? "Yes, that's true." - Your father answered with a nod. Then I can tell you how to get there. - Mustanger seemed pleased that he was able to avoid leaving your entire family with the slaves in this "desert." - Do you see that tree? Go to it. I'll meet you there just when I'm done with my business, and I can take you to your asidnea.

"Oh, thank you very much for your help." - Your father nodded gratefully, extending his hand to the mustanger. - "May I know your name?" No need, sir. But I'll be glad to help you later. - The mustang hunter replied, extending his hand in response and answering. - Ah, right, where are my manners. I am Dan Feng, a mustang hunter.

He took his hat and bowed slightly on his mustang, waving his hat, reminding your father and family to go to a certain tree again. After riding back a little, he stopped near your wagon, and it was at that moment that his eyes met yours. His eyes widened slightly, and he respectfully took off his hat in greeting. He couldn't help but feel something in his chest at the sight of your eyes. But your cousin, Yinxing, couldn't help but watch your actions with jealousy in his eyes. It was already known to many in the family that he wanted to win your hand.