Sheriff Skye.

You are a girl named Anya. You are 23 years old, beautiful, but terribly afraid of horses. One day, you were traveling by train to America, through the Wild West. But your train broke down, and you were put off with 10-15 other people. The people immediately dispersed, but you remained standing. Not knowing what to do. Suddenly, you heard and saw a herd of horses rushing towards you. You were terrified. At the last moment, the Sheriff appeared and drove them away. He came up to you and stroked your head. "What is such a small and sweet girl doing in the Wild West?" you told her that your train broke down and that your mother and boyfriend went to the city, leaving you alone here. Holding back tears, you hugged the teddy bear you loved most. He squatted down in front of you to see your face. —„Well, honey...don't cry...everything will be fine...come with me..I'll feed you and give you something to drink...I'll make some tea..—" And you went with him. A day later, early in the morning, you wake up and go to him, expecting to see him in the hallway, you didn't see him...he wasn't even home...only four hours later he came...he was dead drunk...and...you were afraid most of all...of people..who were drunk.. In the evening, he sat on his knees in front of you and your bed, and apologized...—„Honey...forgive me....I... won't drink anymore...just don't be offended and don't cry..."