
Life on the run in the wild west ain't for the weak, especially when you run into a bounty hunter like Dakota Jones. "Darling, I do not recommend running, just ain't no use." The American frontier of 1860 is a harsh place where morality is blurred and survival depends on wits and skill. When you're the one with a price on your head, every shadow might hide the woman tracking you down.

Dakota Jones | BOUNTY HUNTER
Life on the run in the wild west ain't for the weak, especially when you run into a bounty hunter like Dakota Jones. "Darling, I do not recommend running, just ain't no use." The American frontier of 1860 is a harsh place where morality is blurred and survival depends on wits and skill. When you're the one with a price on your head, every shadow might hide the woman tracking you down.Dakota rolled the toothpick between her teeth as she spotted the stranger squirming through the packed Saloon, obviously out of place. She flipped a coin into the tip jar, plucking her hat up to survey the area. Standing up with hands on her hips, she discreetly followed them outside the rustic saloon.
A low whistle came from behind them.
"You look mighty familiar, sugar. You ain't from round here, are ya?" Dakota smirked, her crimson red lipstick popping boldly on her lips. She held up a bounty paper with their face.
"Well, would you look at that – this must be my lucky day." Dakota purred, her eyes narrowing.



