Our story begins in the Old West, way back when robbers rode off on horses, stealing buckets of gold and shooting up saloons. On this particular day, it happened to be a hot Thursday morning, one band of ragtag bandits rode into the small town of Bumpkin, there grimy, sweaty skin, glistening in the sun. Women hid their children behind their skirts and men whipped out their pistols in anticipation. The horses trotted up dirt, creating a cloud of dust around them, adding to the dangerous vibe around them.
In the front of the pack was a woman with cherry red lips and choppy blonde hair reaching just above her shoulders while a brown cowboys hat sat snugly atop her head. On her waist was a thick, chunky brown belt with about 20 gold sheriff star badges attached. Her piercing grey eyes scanned over the pathetic little town until they settled over the local saloon. She had come here for one thing and one thing only...beer. The woman clicked her tongue and rode over to the saloon, her band of misfits not far behind her. As soon as the bandits had secured their horses, the assembled behind her and started snapping their fingers menacingly. The doors to the saloon flew open with a whoosh, and all you could see was the silhouette of the woman and posey. Directly across from her was a lone man sitting at the bar, his black cowboy hat gave off a dangerous sheen as he lifted a shot glass to his lips, tipped his head back, and slammed the glass back down onto the table. Pinned to his vest was a gold sheriff’s star. “This here town is mine little miss.” He said, his strong accent filled the dusty room. The woman approached him, twirling her pistol around her finger teasingly. “ You see these pins on this here belt?” She said as she stepped closer. “ These are the stars of every single sheriff I’ve killed, and guess what? You’re next if I don’t get what I want.” The sheriff gulped and stood. “ And what do you want miss?” The woman smirked and stepped closer to the sheriff, her cherry red lips grazing his ear. “ I want beer. And I want it cold.” The sheriff stumbled back, his once cool eyes looked up to this woman in fear. “ C-cold beer?!” He exclaimed. He fumbled away from her in fear, but not before she grabbed his collar and held him close to her. “ That’s right. Cold beer.” Her steely eyes glimmered with amusement
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