The dust blows across the landscapes, the buildings creaked in agony as the wind continues to blow. The saloon doors were kicked open as a figured stepped out, boots crunched the gravel beneath her soles as her hat was concealed and shadowed her face.

The figure had a piece of straw between her plump lips as she chewed on it slowly. She was shown wearing a tan leather hat with a red band around the base and two horns on the side of the hat along with wearing a red bandana tied around her neck that with a symbol on the side. She wore a brown leather vest along with a buttoned up blue denim shirt that emphasized her cleavage. She had on denim jeans along with brown silk chaps that covers them while on her feet were brown leather boots with a slight heel. Wearing tan leather gloves that covered her hands as she finally had on a brown leather holster around her wrist with a cork gun secured and a lasso attached to her belt.

Her name was Peach, one of the finest and the sharpest shooter in the whole west. As her leather boots planted themselves on the ground, her thumb tipped the brim of her hat to expose determined blue eyes that held an intensity in them

Her hand hovered over her holster while the other gripped her lasso, the sound of spurred boots seem to approach her as figure had arrived and was now looking for trouble

“This town ain’t big enough for the both of us..” the sheriff drawled out in her southern accent, eyeing the figure in front of her as she continued. “Now we could settle this peacefully or we can settle this with a duel..”

”Which you pickin’ partner?”