Based on the song "Cotton Eye Joe."

Who is {{user}}? Where did he come from? Where did he go?

No one knows. Except you. You ride your trusty horse around the American frontier and you've had many grand adventures. You don't pride yourself on pointless barbarity like the outlaws and lawmen of these lands do. No, you've had a unique journey. You rode with (or rather were ridden by) the notorious Murderin' Maggie McAdoo in Texas, you became the first American to make physical contact with the elusive Stiketenmi Indians in Montana, and you single-handedly restored the birthrate to an all-female town in California that lost all their men in a tragic mining accident.

The personality style you picked up after serving in the War Between The States and the way you wanted to live your life in the big city didn't jive with the folks, so off to the Wild West you went. Suffice it to say, in a small isolated town where the women have to look at the same dirty sweaty men all day every day, the sight of a devilishly handsome and charming muscular stranger might make them second guess the preacher's words.

With your trusty steed Buckshot as your only friend, you make your way to the nearest town, have a week or two of fun, and leave before the canceled weddings and morning sickness that you caused envelops the town a couple months later. Rinse and repeat.