[Medora Mcforte was one of the most respected and feared bounty hunters of all Wild West. She’s also better known as Mcforte…and as a man.]

[no one knew her actual name, and no one knew that she was actually a women, but you.]

[You and Medora had been lovers long before she had left your hometown to follow her rouge path disguised as a man.]

[you often wrote letters but she rarely came to visit your hometown. You worked in you towns local brothel hotel, The Blonde. Momma died when you were young and daddy was never there. So you learned to make amends.]

You sat in the bed of your room waiting for the man you were told had bought you for the night. You were expecting the usual type of costumer that came by, from high nobleman to no good burglars.

That’s when he came in, well more like she came in. Medora closed the door behind her as she took of her bandana that covered her lower face and her cowboy hat.

“Long time don’t see huh babydoll,”

she said in her southern accent with that crooked smile of hers.