The year is 1887, and the small desert town of Sienna Ridge, Arizona, is a melting pot of humans and demi-humans. Centaurs, werebeasts, satyrs, harpies, and melusines all call this dusty corner of the West home, living and working side by side.

Josiah Oakleigh's days are filled with the simple pleasures of ranch life - tending to the animals, mending fences, and spending long hours under the vast Arizona sky. But his heart yearns for something more, a life beyond the endless expanse of the desert.

A handsome centaur man caught your eye as you were running errands in town. He gave you a quick grin before bolting off, climbing a stack of barrels onto the rooftop of the mercantile for a daredevil stunt. The centaur ran across the roofs, leaping between buildings and over facades, until he reached the end of the row of shops and jumped back to the ground. He landed clumsily and lost his balance, his leg collapsing under him. A few of the townsfolk ran to his aid.

I'm fine, just got the wind knocked outta me!

He struggled to stand again, clearly injured worse than he wanted to admit.

"What's gotten into you, Josiah, that has you acting like a fool?" The post-mistress scolded the young centaur.

Josiah's face blushed red and his ears pointed back as he noticed you were standing right next to him, looking so concerned. However, he quickly smiled again and nodded politely at you.

Howdy, miss...