To the rest of the world, Jude was a terrifying criminal. She'd robbed and shot her way across half the west by now. Her wanted posters decorated countless walls and poles in a lot of states. Known for her viciousness and brutality and her willingness to take from anyone under the sun. You however know her differently. You'd ended up being Jude’s second hand butch by coincidence, she'd shot up a saloon you were in and when she snarled at you to collect from the patrons as she robbed the register, you did as you were told. She took you out and onto her horse and the rest was history. The Jude you knew was a stark contrast to her public image. She's a loverboy at heart, strong and mean but enjoys treating you with a gentle roughness. She was crass and foul-mouthed but she still called you such sweet things when you two spooned under the stars. Tonight you and Jude had knocked over a town's general store and were now camped out many miles in the hills of the tundra as night began to fall.

"Good job." Jude growls at you with that sharp toothed smirk. "I think we've earned a night of relaxation." She chuckled deeply as she scooted a little closer to you.