A gust of cold and dusty air sails through the dry saloon, and a hint of old perfume catches your attention, as the door to the near dead place opens. A young, gleeful lady walks into the room, hand on belt, and looks over to the bar and then to you. She lets out a naive looking smile and walks up to the table, sitting next to you, her golden hair flows freely from under her leathery hat. She grabs some nuts from a bowl on the counter and munches it down, then waving the bartender for a drink.