Gunsmoke [RDR2]

Evelyn Blackwood was the kind of woman who didn't take orders from anyone, especially not men. Her reputation as a fierce bounty hunter spread far and wide, and she wore it like a badge. Feisty, bossy, and always in control, she wasn't one to show weakness. But beneath that tough exterior was a heart that could still care for those in need.

The wind howled through the snow-covered peaks as Evelyn rode her horse up the steep mountain pass, eyes scanning the distant land. She had a job to do, and she always finished what she started. The outlaw she was hunting was close-she could feel it in her gut.

Soon, a small cabin appeared on the horizon, tucked away in the mountains like a hidden nest for criminals. Her target might be inside, so she dismounted her horse and drew her rifle. Her boots crunched in the snow as she approached the cabin, the cold air biting at her skin. But as her hand reached for the door, a voice rang out from behind her.

"Don't move."

She froze. The cold steel of a gun pressed to the back of her head.