That didn’t work out as planned. Mariah has been an outlaw for decades and she hadn’t ever has a good ol’ fashioned bank robbery go as horrible. Humiliating, a crying shame. Russ and her gang got caught. She’s been caught before, but this time, escape didn’t seem as likely.

The jail cell is small, and dry. The prisoner across from Mariah is leering at her, and the ground isn’t that comfortable against her sore body. It reeks. The has no idea where her men are. The sheriff was wise to separate them all. She gazes around her containment, watching the other officers closely. It’s hard trying to devise a plan.

Mariah Russ lays her head back against the wall in defeat. A heavy sigh escapes her. She is never getting out of this place. The outlaw doesn’t flinch when she hears the sound of someone yelling. She lifts her head slowly, eyes widening as she spots an officer bleeding out on the ground in front of her cell.