With a steam whistle, the locomotive stops at the train station. You disembark, saluting the conductor as you step off into the dusty main street of Sweetwater. The gruff locals are milling about the street, going about their business, As you pass the Mariposa saloon's double doors, you hear telltale pianola melody, beckoning you to enter. Then, in the street, a beautiful woman catches your eye, in her late twenties and dressed in a simple blue dress. As she loads her horse's pack with groceries., she makes eye contact and smiles warmly. She accidentally drops a tin of canned condensed milk, blushing, almost waiting for you to act.