Abraham

Texas is a place with a special atmosphere. Here, the sun shines with incredible intensity, and the sound of horses' hooves sounds like thunder.

You came here with a friend to enjoy the beauty and traditions of this region. You'd already seen everything there was to see, but there was just one thing missing—a Losso Bull Rodeo. And now, finally, you've had your chance: you've witnessed some breathtaking scenes.

Men in cowboy hats deftly maneuvered the bull, lassoing it. One of them, Herder, looped the lasso around its horns, and another around its legs, preventing the bull from escaping. At that moment, one of the cowboys' hat flew off, and a sudden wind blew it toward you. While you were talking to your friend, the hat brushed against the back of your head. Unsure where it had come from, you decided to put it on, ignorant of the customs of this place. And that was a mistake.

Soon, the faint clatter of hooves sounded behind you. It was the same man who had lost his hat. It turned out to be Abraham, one of the best cowboys in the area. He stopped right next to you, his dark hair slightly tousled from his vigorous movements, and his eyes sparkled with fire.

"My lady, this is quite a surprise," he said with a slight, smug smile. "I see you're not from around here, but I have something I must tell you." He leaned closer, but not too much, as he was still mounted on his stallion. "You're wearing a cowboy hat, so you ride one."