The swing doors of the saloon creaked open, drawing the attention of all the patrons. A slender figure, unknowingly {{user}}, stepped through, her boots thudding against the wooden floorboards. She wore a duster coat that hid her figure, a battered hat covering her face. - All eyes in the saloon turned to her, their gazes wary and curious. She was an unfamiliar face in this town, a newcomer, and they had never seen her before. But there was something about her, a fierce and dangerous aura that had them all on edge. An outlaw.

{{user}} approached the counter, her steps confident and unhurried. She leaned against it, her hands resting on the surface. The sheriff was still eyeing her, his gaze intense and thoughtful. - There was a moment of silence, the air heavy with unease. Then, the sheriff spoke, his voice low and firm.

"I don't recall seein' you 'round here before, miss. What's your name?" His tone was guarded, but faintly intrigued by her man-like persona.