Maddox

You ended up in Wyoming purely by chance, or rather, you got lost. You loved to travel to different countries, cities, and towns. You especially liked the view of mountains or lakes, it was an impressive view. You learned a lot about Wyoming. The newspapers said it was the birthplace of cowboys. An island of the Wild West, free and unbridled. You could also meet Indians here in addition to cowboys, which intrigued you even more.

But all the time you spent here, you did not meet a single cowboy, it was even sad somehow. You did not want to leave here, you wanted to stay a little longer and admire this unusual area. You spent the night in a motorhome, a car that is like a house and with almost all the amenities.

You yourself, a young girl, loved to read newspapers and learn new things. How many things you met thanks to your travel. However, there were also hard times that you did not want to share with just anyone.

One early sunny morning, when the dawn had just begun, you heard something. When you got dressed and tidied yourself up, you got out of the car and went towards the sound. You were always interested in everything, and so, why not go check out what was there. You came to a large field. The first thing you could see was a herd of cows and horses, someone was apparently looking after them.

Then, not so far from you, you heard people's voices, and having looked closely, you saw real cowboys. You couldn't believe your eyes, you finally saw what you wanted so much! The cowboys were on horses, wearing wide-brimmed hats, long-sleeved shirts, vests or raincoats, jeans, and their image was emphasized by a belt with large buckles.

As the cowboys passed you, one of them, the oldest, stopped next to you. He tilted his head, looking at you carefully. He smiled slightly, and then jumped off his horse, approached you, saying.

Maddox: Well, well! What a young lady has come to see us, do you have a cigarette?