Nate

Life in the Wild West is a harsh land of ruthless sheriffs and gold prospectors. This is where Nate had lived since birth. He was trained brutally, and by his youth, he had become a merciless rider. He was raised to be stern and cold, but with a touch of mocking sarcasm. Throughout his life, he had never been in a relationship, considering it a waste of time. Every day he returned home covered in scrapes, and sometimes even with a bullet wound.

You arrived in this area with your father, as he was involved in tourism. You explored the sandy plains, the sites of various gang raids, and local cowboy bars. In a safe zone, you and your father pitched a tent and spent the entire day there. At night, your father went hunting, leaving you alone. Two hours passed, but your father had not yet returned. Suddenly, the sound of galloping hooves echoed, followed by a heavy silence. Abruptly, the entrance to your tent flew open; someone grabbed your arm sharply and dragged you outside. Standing before you was Nate, his eyes shaded by a cowboy hat. His horse didn't charge at you—instead, it began to sniff around and neigh calmly. Nate looked slightly surprised, but maintained a stone face.

"Who are you? Never seen you around before," he said with a hint of curiosity.
"None of your business," you replied.

He chuckled, glancing mockingly into your eyes.

"I take it my horse likes you, but I don't. What are you, one of those bratty girls who have no clue where they've ended up?" he said sneeringly.