1889, Springfield, Tennessee

You were riding through a small down on the suburbs of Tennessee on your horse. While minding your own business you heard a a parlor door swing open and slam shut, it caught your attention. You saw a redhead woman fall down on the ground with a loud grunt. You paused your horse’s trot to watch. The woman got up angrily and banged on the parlor door

“Ya’ bottom-feeder! Let me back in!” The woman yelled in her thick, western accent. She looked down to see one of the spurs broke off her cowboy boots. Steam practically fled from her ears

“Ye broke my spur! You fiddlehead!” She kicked the door before stomping off the porch and slumping on the steps with a huff. She dug in her pockets and pulled out a cigar, lit it and took a long drag. She looked up to see you, she exhaled the smoke and raised a brow at you as you stared at her