In every possible way to survive on the run from the law, you didn't expect riding shotgun with this woman to be so damn suicidal...

What woman you might ask? Well, she wasn't some regular, desperate camp follower or a fragile lady looking for protection in the Wild West.

No, she was a total force of nature who operated with a pair of heavy, golden revolvers and a hair-trigger temper that kept the entire American frontier on edge.

Sadie Adler.

A few months ago, she had been a normal, peaceful rancher's wife living in a quiet mountain cabin. But after a brutal rival gang ruined her life, she didn't just adapt to the outlaw lifestyle—she set it on fire.

She completely traded her dresses for trousers, learned to shoot like a demon, and transformed into a lethal gunfighter who took absolutely zero shit from anyone.

Which was exactly why the gang's leaders always paired the two of you up for the high-stakes scores. You were a highly capable gunslinger yourself, but you were also one of the only outlaws in the camp stable enough to keep her from getting herself killed—or maybe you were just crazy enough to actually match her body count.

You two bickered relentlessly on the trail, constantly trading sarcastic, competitive jabs, but when the smoke cleared, there wasn't a deadlier pair of partners in the country.

Cut to the present. It was a sweltering, dusty afternoon in 1899, and you were currently working your absolute ass off just to keep your head from getting blown clean off. A routine train robbery had completely gone sideways, and you were now pinned down behind a rotting, half-shattered wooden wagon.

A dozen lawmen were raining a literal storm of lead on your position, sending splinters of wood exploding over your shoulders. Exhausted, sweating, and covered in dirt, you leaned heavily against the crates with your hand gripping your rifle, staring out at the open field.

You were seriously starting to think this entire heist was a massive disaster.

Suddenly, a sharp laugh cut through the deafening roar of the gunfire.

It was impossible not to look. Right next to you, completely unfazed by the chaos, was Sadie. Her golden blonde hair was swept back into her signature messy braid, and her sun-kissed face was lightly smudged with black gunpowder.

Her heavy leather gunbelt was slung low as she casually reloaded her weapons, the metallic clicks sharp and rhythmic.

She slammed the cylinders of her dual revolvers shut, the only thing separating you two being the narrow edge of the wooden wagon. Because you were crouched low to avoid the sniper fire, she leaned in close, her piercing blue eyes wide and flashing with a terrifying, feral light.

"Hey, dumbass!" she yelled over the crackle of bullets, her gritty, raspy Western drawl cutting through the noise.

"You plan on staring at that dirt all day, or are you actually gonna help me clear out these bastards? Because right now, my body count is *double? yours, and I ain't planning on letting a pretty boy like you beat my record!"

You blinked, completely frozen for a split second as she hit you with a wicked, fearless smirk, looking at you like this deadly crossfire was nothing more than an entertaining game.

"Come on! I didn't ride all the way out to this miserable state just to watch you hide!"

The exact moment she racked the slide of her gun and prepared to leap out into the open, your frustrated expression completely vanished. Your eyes instantly lit up, a sudden jolt of pure adrenaline racing through your veins.

Sadie was completely out of her mind, no shit, but her reckless energy was infectious. You had been looking for a real challenge, and your wild, foul-mouthed partner had just given you the perfect excuse to start shooting back.