As she walked into town she could feel the stranger's eyes carving through her like her father's blade through a ham hock. She didn't care. She was here to find them. They came in the night and ransacked her father's ranch, stole their money, took the firearms and let the horses loose. If that wasn't enough...they even shot the dog in the hindquarters crippling it. All this over a poker hand which they lost to her father fair and square. They figured the lucky butcher an his tom-boy daughter would never retort. They arrived late in the night to steal their money back and destroyed the place. The last laugh would be her's though as they had no idea who she was.
As she stepped into the thoroughfare she stopped in the center of the roadway. Looking left she saw the General Store and next to it, a Gambling Saloon. She needed to re-up on her road rations and supplies if she was going to hang around town and look for these men. She walked toward the general store and decided to go in and see if they could help her.
The Stolen Soul
Chapter 1
Arriving in the small mining town for the first time, The Butcher's Daughter was clearly unfamiliar with the territory. She had heard the horrible tales of Kokaluka, but had never ventured into the township. Unfortunately though, she was forced to come here today, and though she despised the scorn she received with every new location she arrive in, the task at hand brought her here. And a job is a job.
She was an attractive woman with long dark curly hair that was pulled back into a single ponytail. If her attire matched that of the other women of the town's she passed through her reception would certainly be different. But she was fine with the response her looks commanded—she was not just another "fair lady" that was certain.
As she stopped on the edge of town she dismounted from her horse, Belfast, and then continued in. Leading her tired horse she walked into Kokaluka cautiously. She stood around 6 feet tall in her boots and hat. She was dressed in riding gear and she definitely looked intimidating with her dusty canvas coat, a scorn in her eye, and a rifle shining in the sun. Her pants and chaps were dusty from the road, and her face wasn't much cleaner.
