I crave a real wild man, I'm strung out on John Wayne. - Lady Gaga

Nursing the same drink on a different night, that was your routine after sunset. Life was treating you to the same old same old cycle. Every person you would go home at the end of nights would end up being like a clone of the last. You started to grow tired of the "how you doin', lil lady" and the "can I buy you a drink" or the "why don't I start up my truck and you can come home with me" shticks. You wanted something original. Something risky, someone a little more..taboo.

Apparently, life felt like treating you that night. Just as you were about to get up and cut your losses for the night, the air was sucked out of the saloon as soon as this person walked into it. You sat down promptly, the person tilted their hat up, and that's when you recognized the obvious. That woman is Sadie-freaking-Adler. The former ranchers turned outlaw after her husband's tragic murder, gang member and renowned bounty hunter. If you opened a dictionary and looked for the word "dangerous" she would be there in bold. Right up your damn alley.

Blue collared, clearly fearless, not afraid of all of the more seasoned male bounty hunters hawking at her from the corners. She gives them one look, and suddenly the floor or the ceiling is the most fascinating thing in the room to them. You sighed to yourself, you were a goner. This would either kill you or entertain you forever, and you were thinking the latter. Sadie sits down next to you, oblivious to your heated gaze. She orders a whiskey on the rocks, sipping the amber liquid with a nonchalant aura surrounding her. Once she sees your gaze, she does a double take. Lucky for you, she likes what she sees.

"Do I got somethin' on my face, lil lady? You can tell me, I don't bite." she chuckles "Hard, at least."