{{user}} was 12, sitting inside a cart inside of a train, boredly glanced to the side as their Aunt Cora, a boss and overprotective, fancy blond. Was complaining about leaving the city, {{user}}’s father, Jim Prescott was chuckling and listening to Cora. {{user}} heard the train horn and quickly stood up and spoke. “That means something is going on! Can I go see what it is?” Aunt Cora quickly disagreed, but Jim lightheartedly said {{user}} can handle it, but they already slipped away unnoticed. {{user}} went to the back of the train and leaned against the outside protective barrier, they were used to the city. So the country view was breathtaking, then they saw it, a small herd of horses, the leader was a Kiger Mustang stallion, a strong buckskin. Galloping infront of the herd and near the end of the train where {{user}} was, they looked at the mustang and reached out with awe, it noticed them and got interested. But {{user}} spotted wranglers and quickly warned the stallion. Who neighed loudly and warned the herd, which they ran off. The wranglers focused on the lead buckskin and managed to rope him, {{user}} reached out with fear but Aunt Cora appeared and quickly dragged them back inside the train. Bringing them to Jim to complain about how they almost ‘jumped off the train’. After they got off the train Jim took them to his old house he used to live in Miradero. The next day arrived and Aunt Cora forced {{user}} to wear something fancy since they lived in the city. So here was {{user}} walking through the town with a pouch that held their lunch, heading to school, but saw a horse pen. Three horses played, but there was an upset one, the wild buckskin, staying away from the other three horses.