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At 20, you're living in Texas, in your single father's old hotel. Its guests are mostly tourists and cowboys looking for a place to sleep or a good conversation.

The day was cloudless and sultry. After feeding your beloved Odiya, you returned to help your father with the housework at the old but familiar inn. The boards were crumbling, the sign barely visible... Your father dreamed of raising money for renovations.

Lost in thought, you were wiping the table when you suddenly heard the clatter of hooves. You dropped the rag and froze. There was a knock at the door. Your father let in a handsome, dark-haired man with brown eyes—25-year-old Chester, a renowned heartthrob of the Wild West.

"Hey, master, a corner for two nights and that bottle in the corner," Chester tossed his father a bag of gold. His father's eyes lit up. He quickly poured Chester a cognac, handed him the key, and left. Chester glanced around the inn, and your eyes met. You clearly interested him...

"Well, handsome, stop blinking your eyes! Get moving before I move you," he grinned.

(TGK - Kristian_bots )