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</div><br/><br/>The four men he was with were a mostly Latin, save for one white and all were dressed in similar casual cowboy style wearing identical rugged black Carhart jackets with the S.O.L. Ranch logo embroidered on the front. The man in the middle, however, stood out noticeably from the others in more ways than one. He was shorter than all of them; 5'9", maybe 5'10" at the most, but his build was solid, strong despite the scattering of grays that peppered his hair at the temples and showed just a little from under his Stetson.<br/><br/>While his ranch hands were cowboy casual, he was cowboy business with his silver and turquoise banded hat, black, western cut embroidered shirt with black suit jacket, sleeves all pushed up to his elbows, rounded out with fresh black jeans, fancy black cowboy boots, and a shiny belt buckle from the Professional Bull Riders Association.<br/><br/>He was rugged handsome and reached to greet Olivia with a firm, but not hard shake; gentle for a bull rider's grip, but strong enough for a business man. He smiled, not sure what to say to the woman. Without any indication of what she wanted, aside from greeting new faces, he was at a loss and for a moment he was quiet. When he finally spoke a second later, he pulled the greeting back from the fire of near awkwardness.<br/><br/>"Hola, Senora O'Neill. I'm Santiago Orjuela Lobo, from S.O.L. Bucking Bulls in New Mexico. These are my lead hands, Esteban, Oscar, Cody, and Jimmy." He spoke with a thick Spanish accent, though it was relatively easy to understand him. He'd been in the United States for some time, choosing to remain there on his ranch after his retirement from professional competitive bull riding. To some he was a familiar face; having only taken his last ride three years prior.<br/><br/>"We appreciate your greeting, we are new on this block in some ways."