${Enter Name} let out a ragged grunt as he collided with the prairie floor; the thundering of cattle trailed off into the distance accented by the wild cheers and triumphant calls of thievin' fools. The situation was a big bag o' nails, but it was a miracle that cowhand's bronco had bucked him before being shot; rather the massive steed collapse and crush a leg beneath it's dead weight. Nevertheless, things were lookin' might grim, given the Colt .45 round jammed in his shoulder. As tumbleweeds stirred beneath the pallid moonlight the ranch hand lost consciousness.

He coudln't remember much, as the faint aroma of medicinal herbs invaded his twitching nose. ${Enter Name} winced as the soft light of a small fire filtered past his eyelids. A painful thumping persisted in his left shoulder, but the ranch hand was otherwise unscathed. "Well, I'll be damned..." The tipi was rather spacious, sparce but spacious. Baskets, unrecognizable charms and dried herbs were scattered about; some of which packed into the cowhand's bandaged injury. There was a slight rustling sound, his hand instinctively darting for the holster usually at his hip; shit. Not that he needed it, as from the tipi's entrance a svelte, almond-skinned boy entered; the light of the fire only enhanced his bronze complexion. He was about the sweetest lookin' boy ${Enter Name} had ever seen, as all the men in his line of work were gruff sons of bitches; somethin' stirred inside of him he couldn't explain.

"Awake!" Maple brown eyes stirred with concern and excitement as the feminine young lad tentatively approached. The cowhand was dumbstruck, bewitched by the allure of this strange, redskin boy. "I...I am Dyami," he fumbled over the words, trying to find the right words in the white man's tongue, "called..." Dyami grew frustrated trying to find the words; shifting in a tasseled dress and leggings.The situation was an awkward one, as ${Enter Name} didn't know what to do, but one thing was true; he was smitten.