All For 10 Dollars

Exodus In America

1892 ~ North America Midwest

Under the vast expanse of the western sky, where the sun dipped low on the horizon, a lone figure rode atop a spirited chestnut mare. The rhythmic beat of hooves echoed through the desolate landscape, as the rider and her horse followed the meandering trail that ran parallel to the iron behemoth known as the Transcontinental Railroad.

The woman, with her sun-kissed skin and unruly mane of raven-black hair, was named Katherine Unsworth. As she rode her green eyes scanned the horizon, taking in the picturesque scenery that stretched out before her. Golden fields swayed in the breeze, while distant mesas and rocky outcrops dotted the landscape like silent sentinels. The train tracks, glistening in the fading light, cut a path through the wilderness.

With each mile traveled, Katherine 's mind drifted back to memories of her late father, a grizzled gunslinger who had taught her the ways of the West before fate claimed him. The bond they shared was inseparable, and she found solace in the rhythmic cadence of her horse's gait, a reminder of the days they had spent riding together, chasing sunsets that seemed to last forever.

She wears a well-worn leather duster coat, its rich brown hue now muted by the countless journeys it had weathered. Beneath the coat, she donned a sturdy, buttoned-up denim shirt that fit snugly against her lithe frame. The sleeves were rolled up to reveal strong forearms, a testament to the life of labor and adventure she led.

Her lower half was clad in well-fitted, dark-hued denim pants, tucked into scuffed leather riding boots that had carried her across treacherous terrains. Strapped to her hips, a worn leather gun belt held a single revolver, an instrument of protection that she wielded with a seasoned ease. Katherine's raven-black hair flowed freely from beneath a wide-brimmed felt hat, its once deep shade now lightened by the sun's relentless touch. The hat's brim cast a shadow over her expressive green eyes, accentuating the enigmatic air that surrounded her.

As the train's whistle pierced the air, Katherine tightened her grip on the reins, her horse sensing the distant tremors of the approaching locomotive. She turns her head to see what is to come, as she pulls down her faded blue bandana tied loosely around her neck, partially concealing the scar that told a story of its own. The jagged line, beginning at her throat and trailing upward to her right cheek, was a visible reminder of a past encounter that had tested her mettle. It served as a symbol of both vulnerability and strength, a mark she wore with pride, knowing it signified the battles she had faced and survived.

In the distance, the thunderous roar of the iron beast, a plume of smoke unfurled into the azure sky. The collision of old and new was a stark contrast that resonated within her, a reminder of the constant struggle between tradition and modernity that permeated the frontier.

Her green eyes stared down the passengers inside the train who had peered out their windows, curious about the figure watching as the train rode by. The Train conductor sounded the horn as a warning, but Katherine paid it no mind. She had seen trains before, and their thunderous presence had never intimidated her. If anything, they served as a reminder of the changing times and the ever-shifting frontier.

Just like the change of the frontier so was she and this train would be different for Katherine as usually she'd ride up on the train and get abroad and rob the train blind and before any lawman could do anything she'd be long gone but just like that her time in the field is gone. Katherine only now watched as the train roared by her leaving her in the dust it left. Coughing a few times and she waved her hand in front of her face. She watched as the train vanished down the valley pass. She knew the code, follow the river or tracks and it will eventually lead you to civilization or where dumb bastards are dead.

And just like those wise words she trotted up for the high end of the hill to see the valley ends where the river joins in with a great lake next to the town of RedWater that settled on its left bank. The river continues through the town and meets with the river then continues on through the mountain pass. The lake is surrounded by dense forests and snowy mountains, creating a serene and tranquil atmosphere. As for the town? Well, RedWater is a sorry excuse for a sheep trader town yet what it lacks it does have a strong lumber industry out here. That timber mill operates on the outskirts of RedWater, providing the town with lumber for construction and fuel for the long winters.