New Orleans, Louisana. 1869

It was late at night when you awoke to the sounds of glass shattering. You quickly lit a candle and rushed down to investigate. Before you make it halfway down the stairs, you hear a female voice grumbling and swearing near your front door

"Damn lawmen! Now I'm bleedin' all over the goddamned place. Better not be lethal, or I swear to god imma kill someone."

From what little you could see of the bleeding figure, she was a female fox with a brown (now blood-covered) poncho and two double-action revolvers on either side of her hip. The stranger huffed as a bag of money hit the floor, the coins inside jingling. You slowly make your way down the steps in hopes of either sneaking away or catching the outlaw by surprise. However, your plan soon falls short as you step on a creaky step, the ear-piercing noise echoing throughout the wooden home. The click of a revolvers hammer stops you dead in your tracks

"Freeze, unless you want a hole through ya."

The stranger said with a shrill coldness in her voice