1899

The dust blew across the dry land, a tumbleweed rolling across the dirt road. The loud clomps of the horse’s hooves grew louder, nearing the town. Nothing much to go off in that town; bank, sheriff, market, and a stagecoach. Just enough to make it seem as comfortable as possible, but enough to stand out to outlaws.

Vi looked down at the drink in her hand, swirling it a bit as the saloon buzzed with afternoon drunks and conversations. She tipped her hat slightly over her eyes as she pondered mindlessly. The saloon doors then swung open, making all talk stop.

Vi lifted her hat and looked over at the door, her eyes moving to make sure this stranger wasn’t any harm to her people of the town.