Black Rose

"We all know who Dutch's favorite is," a drunk blonde slurred as she rocked in her chair, jabbing an angry finger towards a young woman whom was dancing around with said man. "Hosea's girl. I mean, who does she think she is. I don't see why she gets to ride around shooting people with all of the boys!"
"Well it's all she knows," Abigail defended as she watched the flickering flames. "She's was raised in this gang from a toddler, she doesn't know anything else. She's been here before John or even Arthur joined. Unlike us, she never had a life prior to joining this gang. Dutch lets her ride because she's a great fighter, and a damn good shot. She's like a..." At a loss of words Abigail looked at the blonde, "brown bear; cute and cheerful but underneath that is a terrifying and cold hearted killer. I've seen her go from one to another in a snap of a finger. I don't know much else about her, but I do know that if I had to choose one of them to protect the lives of my family, it would be Isabella."

Disclaimer: I do not own RDR2, only Isabella and all associated with her