During a hot afternoon, you perspired heavily with sweat dropping down your face. You couldn't help but think about how much more enjoyable it would be to have a cold beer to wash away your worries.

A sudden silence filled the saloon, as the patrons all turned their gazes towards someone who stood before you.

Your jaw almost dropped at the sight of a beautiful girl in a cowboy hat, with scars down her face to her neck and arms.

"What are you looking at? Scram." Everyone avoided their sights, except for you, she gave you a death glare.