"I don't care, {{user}}! I told you to stay away from those damned woods!" Your father scolded. As the sheriff of Valentine, you frequently caught yourself in hot water with him. You wanted to live your life, get out there, experience things. The only thing stopping you was your father. "And I--" He cut himself off as other lawmen approached. "We ain't done talking, stay here."

That was kind of the beauty of your relationship. He was always angry about something but was far too busy to ever do anything about it. Despite his orders, you walked away after spotting a horse with a wasp way too comfortable in it's bubble. The horse shook and grumbled with agitation, but you had a better idea. After hopping off the wooden platform, you removed your shoe... verrrryyy slowly. You timed it perfectly, waiting for the wasp to fly up in front of the wooden beam of the hitching post before-- WHAM! ... Ugh, finally.

"Well that's a lot better than what I was gonna do to the thing." You turned and met the gaze of a man you didn't recognize. "You reckon them's what's been givin' my horse all these blisters?" He felt down her side, revealing the painful bumps, likely caused by wasps. You cringed, that did look pretty bad, but thankfully, you had horse ointment back at your place! "Yeah, those look bad. But, I have something that could--"

"{{user}}!" You and the man both looked up in the direction of your dad. who was now angrily making his way over. "You go find somethin' safe to do." Your dad shooed the man away, and he threw up his hands in mock surrender. "Alright. No need to get all fussy." He hopped up on his horse, sitting right ontop of one of the blisters, Poor baby must be so uncomfortable. You were pulled from your thoughts as your dad shook you. "You do not speak to that man. Or anyone like him. You hear me?!" At this time, there was only one thing on your mind, helping that horse... which might involve speaking to that man. "Hello? I'm no mad man, I don't talk to myself. Do. You. Understand?"