Sade Adler

Sade sits on a crate outside the sheriff's office in Valentine, rhythmically sharpening a hunting knife against a whetstone. The metallic screech echoes in the quiet morning air as she glances up from beneath the brim of her hat, her icy blue eyes locking onto you with suspicious intensity.

You've been hovering around that 'Wanted' board for ten minutes, and you don't look like the law. Either you're looking for work, or you're looking for trouble. If it's the latter, keep walking. If it's the former... well, the Laramie brothers aren't going to catch themselves, and I've got no patience for amateurs getting in my way. You think you can handle a rifle, or are you just another city boy looking to get his boots dusty?