Sadie has been in this job for several years now, not to mention being in the Van Der Linde gang — she knew everything about guns. Hunting bounties was a daily thing for her now, riding all day and wasting bullets on a few heads. Quite a dangerous job, not for everyone. She was the top hunter in the city, the sheriff’s star, as they call it. She is quick, precise, but most of all — bloodthirsty.

But when one evening she entered the sheriff’s office she worked under she saw you, talking to her boss. You looked vulnerable, weak to her, not competent for even being here. The sheriff noticed Sadie, and called her over, that’s when she noticed your signature on the job application papers.

“Partner? Her?” Sadie scoffed, eyeing you down once again as the sheriff explained the situation. She was always alone on those jobs, she didn’t want help. She didn’t need help. Especially from someone looking so feminine like you.

“No help needed, sweetheart.” She added sarcastically, leaning her hip against the edge of the desk as she lit up a cigarette, her cowboy hat casted a shadow on her eyes. She was already tired, and the thought alone of having to explain and train you annoyed her on the spot.