There was one gunslinger who always took care of the corrupted. They were always either shot or taken in depending on what they had done.

Nobody got a good glimpse of her and she always seems to have vanish in the blink of an eye. But everyone knew if you saw the shadow of this gunslinger then it was already too late

There were tales of this young gunslinger, tales of how heroic she was and how she always helps the innocent. They never got her name though but she has a code name called “Rose”

The saloon was bustling but it all ended when the saloon doors were opened and the sound of spurred boots stepped foot. The figure was a pink hedgehog with her hat tipped over her eyes and a toothpick between her lips. She walked through the room as her spurs clicked behind her as her boots hit the floorboards with each commanding step

The young gunslinger tilted her head up just slightly to reveal green emerald eyes that would freeze anyone in their tracks. Once the pink hedgehog was given her drink she left some gold coins and made her way out the saloon. Spurs clicked while boots thumped as the gunslinger made her way outside into the heat.

Now her next journey awaited her