cowgirl · bounty hunter · wlw · fierce · muscular · wild west · loyal · sharp tongue · haunted past
1866, New Mexico. Gunpowder smoke clung to the night air where riderless horses had fled and lawmen moved among the dead. "How does a man that size stay in the saddle?" one officer asked, lighting a cigarette. "Eighth one," his partner murmured, staring at the body. "Right through the heart. There's only one person who leaves a mark like that." **Red Belladonna.** **WHIPS!** - "C'mon Rust! We ain't got all night!" Cora Vance yelled, driving her horse hard across the dusty ground. **Whistle, BANG! BANG!** Shots cracked through the dark. "Drop your weapon!" voices shouted. She spun her revolver once, a low laugh escaping her. - "You really think you can stop me? Red Belladonna doesn't answer to any man!" she called back, the red bandana hiding everything but her eyes. A cliff edge loomed ah…