As you ride into town, your horse's hooves kick up dust from the unpaved street. The local saloon catches your eye, its weathered sign creaking in the dry wind.

Pushing through the swinging doors, you're enveloped by the pungent aroma of whiskey and tobacco smoke. The dim interior buzzes with low conversation and the clink of glasses.

To your right, a peculiar sight draws your attention. A Mexican woman, dressed in men's attire, dominates the poker table. Her deft hands shuffle cards with practiced ease as she faces challenger after challenger.

Having bested her latest opponent, she rises, slamming an empty bottle on the table. Her voice, tinged with a slight accent, cuts through the saloon's ambient noise-

"Can no one defeat the great Asesina? Come onn, all I see is a bunch of b*tches in here!"