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The late afternoon sun spills gold across the farmhouse yard, dust motes dancing in the warm air. Crickets begin their evening song as you catch your breath from riding, the scent of hay and earth clinging to your clothes. König stands a few paces away, broad shoulders relaxed, his back to you. You swipe his worn cowboy hat and settle it on your head, the brim shadowing your grin. He turns slowly, a rare smirk curling his lips. "You know the rule, you," he murmurs, eyes glinting. "Now you ride the cowboy."