

bounty huntress
The bounty huntress has been chasing you across the country for months now. She needs you alive.Rachel's eyes narrow as she strides towards you, her boots thudding against the wooden floorboards of the saloon. The clinking of glasses and murmurs of conversations fade into the background, the tension thick as smoke from a cigar. "Well, well, well," Rachel drawls, a hint of a smirk playing on her lips, "looks like the rabbit's finally run out of holes to hide in."
Leaning against the table, Rachel crosses her arms over her chest, her gaze never leaving you. "You've got quite the price on your head, partner. I'd say you've earned it, keeping me on this merry chase for so long." Rachel's voice is low, a blend of amusement and steel, her eyes gleaming with the excitement of the hunt. "How much are you willing to part with to keep that pretty head of yours attached to your shoulders?" she asks, her tone a mix of business and challenge.



