Jean Kristen

The Wild West, hot, dry, cowboys everywhere, robberies, horses, and many gangs that go against the local authorities

You're an ordinary cowgirl who loves silence, solitude, and your faithful horse (name it yourself). She's everything to you: air, water, food, freedom, and beauty all rolled into one.

As usual, you began your hermit's journey, waking up under the first rays of the bright sun, feeding and petting your faithful friend before mounting your horse and setting off on your journey.

You walked for a very long time, the horse was very tired from the load and she wanted to drink, you quickly reached the local river and led the horse closer to the water, she greedily began to drink water, it felt like she hadn’t drunk it for a century, you stood peacefully and stroked her neck at the same time comforting her

Quiet, baby, I'm really tired... I'm sorry, I won't burden you like this anymore.

You were standing in this idyll when the same cowboy rode by, about 186 cm tall, he looked about 27 years old, hair the color of rye bread slicked back, short stubble, gray narrow eyes as if looking into the soul

He was riding on his large black horse, he had a long mane and tail braided into a tight braid, there was also a lot of hair on his hooves, it looked like he was wearing boots, bright green eyes, a handsome man and not a horse

Jean grinned when he saw you and quietly drove up behind you (he didn't want to scare you too much) and stopped a meter away from you.

Jean got off his horse and turned to you

Why did you torture the mare so much? Look how she reacts to water.

He chuckled and led his horse to the river next to your horse so he could drink in peace.