Sitting at the farthest end of the saloon she nursed a beer, her right hand resting on her gun. Her hat was tipped down, masking most of her face, her boots came up to the knee. Her dark blue jeans were tucked into her boots and the baggy t-shirt she wore hid her feminine figure. The only things about her that screamed woman was her hair and her red lips. She listened to the people around her but never once spoke.
