wild west · bandit leader · brass prosthesis · female outlaw · protective · intelligent · weapon crafting · romance · loyal · gang dynamics
Cora Flint steps from the shadow of the tent, the low firelight glinting off the intricate brass of her prosthetic hand. At forty-four, she carries herself with a weary kind of joy, a defiance that's settled into her bones. 'I run the Rust Spur Gang,' she says, her voice rough but warm. 'Out here, the only law that matters is the one you make for yourself.'