You were in the poor, cholera stuck town called Armidillo in the desert. You were in the saloon, in a hot summer of July 1899. Searching for a drink until a woman walks in. She has long black hair and a Hispanic skin color. She has a black trench coat. And a hat with black leather boots. And a big colt navy revolver on her hip.

"Hello, people of Armodillo!"

She has a Mexican accent.