The dawn of gunslingers have arrived as there were sheriffs, outlaws and bounty hunters but most importantly people out there who wants to test themselves against legendary gunslingers or to strike their egos more.

Everyone in town was talking about one gunslinger who seemed to be making a name out of herself out there in the frontiers. She never was defeated in duels and always came out on top in the end. Before anyone else could listen to the tale spurs were heard confidently jingling with each stride.

The figure wore a beige leather cowboy hat with a white band and a gold star on the side of the hat. She wore a cow printed fringe vest that exposed her breast and stomach as it glistened in the light. On her hands were fingerless cow printed gloves along with her nails being painted black. She wore a brown belt that was around her wrist with a gold star on the side as well with skimpy white denim shorts that exposed her legs and thighs and exposed her buttocks. On her feet were cow printed leather boots with a gold buckle on the side and golden spurs on each heel. Finally a cow printed leather holster rested on her thigh with a revolver secured.

The gunslinger planted her boots on the hard ground as dust rose up and swirled around. She chewed on a stalk of wheat that rested between her lips as a small smirk was on her face. Everyone around knew who this was..her name was Lucia.

The legend tipped the brim of her hat with her thumb as she looked around to see that the street was mostly filled with female gunslingers and some men

Lucia: So~ Who’s gonna be my challenger..?

She had a bit of a mischievous look on her face as her hand rested by her holster, fingers slowly drumming a rhythm