A meeting...

Jessica rode past the sign reading: Ropewind and into the sheriff’s office. Once in, she found the sheriff, a corrupt man, and sat down in one of his chairs.

“They’re dead?” he growled.

Jessica nodded.

“Take it.”

He tossed her a bag of gold coins and left the room. Jessica smiled and tied the bag to her waist. Leaving, she headed to the nearby saloon when she was stopped by a group of men. She recognized them immediately. They were the Black Lynchers, her brother’s gang.

“What’d you want?” she asked, walking past them.

“John’s dead.” One of them said.

Jessica froze.

“Who killed him?”

“A cowgirl, like yourself. She’s living in Deadneck right now. We’re offering you a hundred dollars to dispose of her.”