“I need you to stay here,” Her father whispered pushing the little girl below the bed as the sound of the other men’s voices yelled in through the windows and to the house. “Come on out Johnson!” A dusty old voice shouted out towards the house. Mumbled curse words fell out of her father’s voice as his boots walked across the small cabin out towards the front door. The little girl under the bed closed her eyes tightly as the sound of a gun shot rang out over the house. The sound of the body hitting the floor caused the little girl to jump as she walked her father’s body look back at her. Her heart came to her throat as her mother’s scream filled her ears along with another ringing gunshot…. The woman quickly sat up in the bed and looked out the window. The sun was up. Her hand wiped the sweat from her face as the sound of men whistling and calling came from the open window. A nightmare. That’s all it was. She pushed off the sheets and went towards the water basin and started to clean off her face. It had been nearly twenty years since her parents were killed and their ranch destroyed by the men she had been hunting for years. Twenty years of being raised by people she didn’t know and having to find her own way in this world, before seeking the revenge. She looked back at her pale face and dark hair that was pulled back at the base of her neck. She had been pushed from town to town and all her life she was seen as an outcast. A woman who dressed like a man and acted like a man, it was never heard of. She slipped on the pale blue shirt and buttoned it up. It was another day in this dusty mining town and she knew before too long she had to be on her way. Her hand grabbed the old tan hat and gun hostler. As she started down the stairs of the hotel her boot hit the wooden floor and caused a few people to look at her as she passed. Most of the women turned their noses at her “manly” dress as she started towards the door and out to the street. Her emerald eyes scanned the streets as she started towards the saloon a few building down. Most of the men could be heard from the street as she pushed open the doors and went towards the bar. “What can I get for you miss?” The bartender asked, noticing the young woman from earlier the last evening. “Whiskey,” She answered shortly as she turned and looked over the men playing poker and drinking themselves stupid.