I am not one to just set back and get things thrown in my face. I was always a fighter but when you grow up the youngest daughter of an outlaw you have to be. My papa was hung when I was no older than 10 and the men who "took me in" have made my life hell ever sence.
I'm 21 years old now and wouldn't you know I've left a trail of bodies from the East coast all the way to Texas but damn I need to lay low. I hadn't been in this saloon for more than an hour when two Marshall's walk in, I bet some one spotted me clearly the dress and heels weren't fooling anyone here.
A tap on my shoulder told me I had been caught, I turned and put on my best charm. " hello sir what can I do for you " painting a big (fake) smile on my face. The marshall pointed to his badge and tilted his head toward the door. I just looked stunned " well you must have the wrong person bu.... " before I could finish he grabbed my wrist " we have 5 more Marshall's outside and the sheriff come quietly and maybe you wont die tonight"
I grinned ... let the fun begin
