She sold her soul to the devil to save one man, but the devil is not done with her yet. From biker gangs to horse back this woman is saddling up in the name of justice. Reap what you may sow...reap what may...
Rosa dying was pretty much a given.
It was always going to happen-but the how had always been uncertain.
Would her ex-lover decide she'd lived long enough, ending her life because she knew too much?
Would said ex-lover's enemies come for her throat, realising she could be used as bait?
Or would she accidentally kill herself, slipping on beer she'd failed to clean up?
Rosa didn't care much for the how-but Gods, what she'd give to know the when.