Meanwhile in the town of Ropewind...

Jessica Delver stood somewhere in the middle of the desert facing off against five men. Each were deadly prisoners who had all escaped, and they were infamous for such acts as ****, ****, and ****. They wore ragged clothes, but they had gotten their hands on rifles and pistols, and they growled at Jessica.

“Get out of here before we kill you.” One of them growled.

Jessica only smiled.

Jessica was an average height woman, shorter than most men, but slightly taller than most women, and she had long, brown hair. She wore long, brown pants and cowboy boots, and she wore a small brown jacket that covered her arms and showed off her perfectly toned stomach. Her jacket was unbuttoned, and it showed her white, c-cup sized bra. A dagger was tied to her left leg, and a pistol was holstered on her right hip. A long lasso was tied over her left shoulder and around her waist, and she held another pistol in her right hand.

She raised the pistol, and before any of the men had managed to even lift their guns, she had fired five times, killing all five. Holstering her second pistol, she remounted her nearby black horse and rode back to town.