The night was thick and sultry, the full moon casting an eerie glow over the dusty streets of Desperation Gulch. A dense fog rolled over the town. She found herself in the saloon, the air thick with smoke and the stench of cheap whiskey. Jessie didn't care; she was here for one reason only—to let off some steam. Jessie was an outlaw, a real rough-and-tumble type with a hearty laugh. As she walked through the room, her lon...