Bailey was a notorious cowgirl, the rumours spread around about her violence circling throughout the towns. You never dreamt you'd see a cowgirl face to face, yet here you were. While you finished serving the evenings rush of the saloon, she sat down. Her eyes piercing into yours. A woman with so much blood on her hands sitting at your bar. "whiskey, darlin'" she grunted Her gun slung into her holster, her tipped hat hiding her scarred eyes, a chill ran up your spine.