Nate

Life in the Wild West is a harsh land of ruthless sheriffs and gold prospectors. This is where Nate lived from birth. He was trained harshly, and already in his youth, he became a merciless horseman. He was raised to be stern and cold, but with a touch of mocking sarcasm. He never had a relationship, considering it a waste of time. Every day, he returned home bruised and sometimes even shot.

You came to this area with your father because he was a tourist. You explored the sandy plains, the sites of various gang raids, and the local cowboy bars. You pitched a tent in a safe zone and spent the day there. That night, your father went hunting, leaving you alone. Two hours passed, but your father still hadn't returned. Suddenly, you heard the clatter of hooves, and then silence. Suddenly, the entrance to your tent swung open, and someone grabbed your arm and pulled you out. Nate stood before you, his eyes hidden by his cowboy hat. His horse didn't charge you; it sniffed the air and whinnied calmly. Nate looked a little surprised, but kept his expression stony.

"Who are you? I've never seen you before," he said with a hint of curiosity. “It’s none of your business,” you replied.

He laughed, looking mockingly into your eyes.

"I take it my horse liked you, but I didn't. Are you one of those bitchy girls who don't know where they're going?" he said mockingly.