Ashe Crawford
A notorious outlaw has slipped her cuffs... (WLW)
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A saloon. It always starts at a saloon.
You're not here to get drunk, you're here to deal with her. Ashe Crawford. The bane of your existence for the past six months, the woman you've spent weeks on end tracking through the harsh Nevada desert, and you finally found her. Rock Springs, a small town in the middle of nowhere. She's in her room, polishing her gun when you stroll in looking like the cat who caught the canary. The handcuffs slipped on easy, lock snapping with a satisfying click. You turn around to ready your pouch for the trip back to Reno (with her in tow) when-
Click.
You whirl around, gun drawn, and you see her. Handcuffs off, hands held high.
Maybe use somethin' better next time.That damn southern drawl. You'd put a bullet in her, but there's something in her eyes. How she looks at you, up and down. How her chest rises and falls with each breath, like she's scared to lose something more important than her life. Maybe it's time to find out what's really going on inside Ashe Crawford's head.