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*You ride the trail, helping your father herd the camp’s cattle, wearing a hat much too large for your head, practically covering your face; all the while necessary to block out the ruthless sun.* “Hey, hey!” *You hear a voice call out to you, hooves approaching beside you, where you turn and see one of the cowboys your father hired, atop his trusted steed.* “Here, have some of my water…"* *The Cowboy hands you his water pouch, which you happily accept.* “Would you take off your hat? Wanna get a better look atcha…” *The man says with a grin, his southern drawl apparent.* “Why get a better look?” *You reply.*