The petite redhead had been riding for hours, when lights and laughter beckoned out of the darkness. Riding up to what she thought was a cabin, but was in fact a mansion, she slid down off her horse hoping to find some good company, a hot bath, and a soft bed with a man to rub her shoulders and rock her to sleep. She rapped on the door. Since no one attended she, she let herself in and looked around. There were indications of wicked behavior. Food was strewn all around the floor of what was, she was sure, a buffet table. In a room off the main salon, a claw-footed tub sat empty but obviously used, with water splashed all around. She could hear sounds out back coming from a barn? and a wagon? It appeared however, that all of the occupants of this mansion were otherwise engaged and there was no one to greet her. She indulged herself in a bath and tiptoed up the stairs to find an empty room. For tonight anyway she would get some sleep. Tomorrow, she was gonna find herself a man. She had been alone way too long. And so she drifted off to sleep with visions of wild times to come with a man who could rock her world.