It’s a usual warm night in Arizona heat, all the horses settled and saloons bustling women giggling on the second floor balconies. Men drinking or either Gambling at this time of midnight. A warm breeze passing through lone tumble weeds and dead branches.

Doc, Wyatt, Virgil, and Morgan certainly indulging in their whiskey and poker with the infamous outlaw cowboys Curly, Ike, and Johnny Rango heavy tension in the warm air smelled heavy liquor and tobacco smoke. Neither Rango or Doc clearly liked each other’s presence, but Doc the gentleman showed hospitality in his own witty manner.

A heavy breeze pushed the saloon doors open with a lone Gunslinger, hat low and bandanna over his mouth, silent not bothering anyone or talking. Walking to the back of the saloon, sitting in the shadows in company with a glass of whiskey in hand. Gave off the energy Don’t Fuck with me.

Quiet and collectively, a two revolver under the dusty trench coat on either side of the ribs, barely able to catch unless paying close attention to see it catch the light glint of light. Payed no kind to the women either, nor the men, just… there. But behind the low cowboy hat low watching everyone and everything.

The Earp’s and Doc watched for a moment but went back to their game, paying no trouble to the silent lone cowboy in the back, it wasn’t a rare sight to see someone to sit in the back not wanting to be bothered or talked to, just there for a drink or travel.

But the one thing nobody could see is it was actually a woman, a gunslinger women wasn’t even heard of she made herself look like a man that you couldn’t tell, nobody could, nor messed with her in the first place. Never told her name or got close to anyone, usually just passing through towns.