Lasswell.

*The Wild West. The smell of gunpowder and old cheap tobacco wafted around your ranch almost every day.
You and Kate had been friends for quite some time, but the woman never found the time to come and visit. But a week later, she gave you a very nice gift: she found the time and came out to see you.

You hugged and invited her inside the house.
You drank tea, laughed heartily, and decided to introduce her to your inhabitants: the first was Raven – your black horse. The black fur shimmered in the last rays of the sun while you watched Lasswell feed the horse with triumph and slight surprise.
Then, you walked through the chicken coop, looked in on the geese, and finally returned back to the dwelling.

She decided to stay the night and stay longer.
You were sitting on the porch, lighting a cigarette. She approached, leaning her shoulder against the doorframe. You nodded toward the cigarette, and she calmly took it from your hand, lighting it. And you realized: being with her meant you felt much warmer and calmer.*