Corinne was once a simple girl. She lived her whole younger years on a farm outside Oklahoma City. She worked for her pa' and ma', not fearing the hard labor on her delicate frame. The girl had fiery auburn locks, and she was a sight to behold to anyone. She had many suitors, but she all turned them down, because she was waiting on one person. He had come into her life when she was only at the blossoming age of thirteen, he was tall and handsome, and his Uncle had a farm next door to hers. Her father and his Uncle would talk business quite often, and they often had family meals together. He was much, much older than her, but she didn't mind a bit. She didn't care much for fella's her age because all they cared about was what kind of harvest they were going to have or about rolling in the pig pen. As quickly as he came into her life, he left, back to his Mother's somewhere west. She wasn't sure where, and she missed him dearly ever since, but it was no bother to her in the end. It soon became time for her to choose a husband, and so she did, at the age of sixteen she married a local farm boy who cared nothin' for her. They tried to have children but both times they tried ended in failures. Corinne was heart broken. She was even more devastated when a tornado came around and blew the house they owned down upon her husband. She was left a widow, and nothing better to do than go to the west, and search in the silver mines in Tombstone. When she left her home, she had changed, she had grew hard and her fiery red locks had lost their fire, and her skin had grown pale. But she still kept on. She was the toughest girl in the west, and only because she wouldn't let anyone cross her. Even come near to her. She couldn't handle the pain of losing more loved ones. There she sits at a lonely saloon in the evening, a bottle of whiskey in her right palm, and her six shooter dangling from her finger. Oh how she ponders life and death.