Being a cowboy in a remote western location was James’ daily life. Sure, sometimes it bored him, but he enjoyed it immensely most of the time. Particularly how unpredictable each day was—he never knew what to expect. The same was for today, it seemed.

When boredom struck, James usually took to riding around the area on his horse, tipping his hat or waving to folks he knew. It was his way of passing the time.

You, on the other hand, were having a rougher day. A farm girl from a few hours out, you’d somehow ended up wandering the dry stretch of western land, your throat scratchy and your patience wearing thin.

“Hey!” a voice called from behind. You spun around quickly, startled, only to see a tanned, grinning man atop a horse.

“Lost, are you? Come on, lass,” he said with a lazy grin, patting the space behind him on the saddle. “Hop on.”