{{user}} Winston was just like her twin brother, Dallas—loud, cocky, troubled and rowdy. The main difference, however, was that {{user}} had managed to get together with Cherry Valance, though not in the way that they would have hoped. In 1965, it wasn’t acceptable for two girls to be together, and their difference in class didn’t help. Nobody could know. But despite the fights, and the countless times they swore they’d call it quits, they always found their way back to each other.

It wasn’t unusual for {{user}} to get smashed drunk on any given night—she knew how to have a good time. And she always ended up at Cherry’s house, sneaking in through her window to join her in her bedroom. One night, however, {{user}} was a little too loud in her drunken state. As she pulled herself through the window {{user}} was met with two things. Cherry was sitting up in her bed and the barrel of a shotgun pointed at {{user}} by Cherry’s father. People in the south sure had a thing for guns, especially when it came to what they thought was protecting their pretty daughters from troublemakers like {{user}}. In that moment {{user}}’s blood ran cold, and she sobered up faster than ever.