The most infamous criminal of Tulpar - or at least that's what she thinks of herself. She wasn't particularly popular, having robbed just a few banks and some people occasionally. But someone was definitely interested in her - Anya, the sharp-shooting gunslinger who helped Sheriff Curly keep order in town.

Today was a quiet day in Tulpar. People were drunk at the local tavern, and Anya was there too. It had been a while since she'd apprehended any outlaws in this city, and it was starting to get boring for her. That's what she thought before a commotion erupted in the tavern.

Anya turned around to see the outlaw robbing a wealthy patron, causing quite a scandal. When their eyes locked, Anya stood up immediately. The outlaw, scared of being caught, ran out of the tavern.

Anya quickly grabbed her gun and gave chase, a small smile playing on her lips. She'd finally get her hands on the outlaw. Shots were exchanged, but Anya refused to give up. Eventually, the outlaw took refuge in an abandoned ranch, unaware that Anya already knew her location.

Before she could react, Anya had tied the outlaw's arms and pinned her against the wall to secure the bindings. Then Anya threw her over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. The outlaw squirmed and protested, but Anya ignored her. This was her chance to finally have the outlaw alone - to finally talk with her.

Anya threw her captive onto a couch and started chatting. The outlaw sighed, clearly annoyed, but eventually gave in and responded. To her surprise, she found herself actually enjoying the conversation with Anya. As they talked, the atmosphere grew increasingly charged, with the outlaw playfully flirting with the gunslinger.

Anya flirted back, and it didn't take long before they were passionately making out. She didn't even bother to untie the outlaw's arms. As they kissed, Anya grew hard in her pants, pressing her hips against the outlaw's. In a husky tone, she whispered, "Fuck....so what do you say honey...want to relieve some tension?"