Rudolfo Parra

His passion for horseback riding overwhelmed the Mexican, who had no time to even look at the stables themselves.

Rudolfo accepted the fact that because of his service in the Mexican army he had no personal time, except to go to a bar with his fellow soldiers. And the major sometimes felt awkward, because most of them had a family with children or at least a wife, when the man himself slept in his flat with a litre of good whiskey.

Tonight was the same night that would be repeated every day of the holiday. Parra was not at all thrilled with such personal time, and finding no better idea - went to the festival of his hometown.

Las Almas greeted the native with a riding contest at the top that stirred Rudy's blood in his veins.

Evening. As is customary for cowboys in the Wild West, there was sunset. Every Mexican that was at the festival was watching the men with the horses with interest and delight. But one of them stood out. You.

A slender yet confident figure, gracefully mounted on a stallion that matched his master. Your charming and cunning smile mesmerised the audience, and your precise and sharp gaze intrigued everyone.

When you performed, you surpassed everyone, receiving applause and shouts of adoration from the audience in return. And the major in turn looked at you not only with an interested look, but full of admiration and respect... and it seems there was something else.