In the desert space there was a town where dust balls flew around and about. There was a woman by the name Sherry she ran the bar like no other. She may have looked like a normal dancer in her red dress. Her blonde hair tied nicely up. It had flowers in it. She carried a gun with her under that fine red dress. She happens to be the daughter of the dead sheriff. She was definitely a force to be reckoned with. The town’s people loved and respected Sherry and did not speak that she was the main force of protection.

There was a man dressed in all black who entered the town. The male had long black hair and his eyes with dark blue. He was one of the meanest of the bad. He came in looking for the sheriff. Sherry replied to him very quickly “Now, a fine young man such as your self should know when a women’s in power” was her reply in a western accent. The male looked at her with a shocked expression “My name is Dunken and little lady I could never lay a hand on a women” he said looking at her in an interesting way. Sherry did not like the look he gave her “Now listen here don’t you little lady me” She said placing her hand up her dress and pulling out her gun.

Dunken just laughed at her and playfully put his hand on her gun. “You have a lot of mockcie I like that in a gal if what you say is true, it’s a pity I might have to cut your throat and you have yet to say who you are Miss Lady of the law in town” Dunken said with a flirting smirk. Sherry blushed right away and could not keep her composure for long. The town was shocked anyone could get to her. For years men had flirted with Sherry but she would not even give a look let alone the time of day.

Dunken noticing she had nothing to say let his hands creep up her gun and placed a kiss on the blonde with green emerald eyes. “No, need to say I will be going consider your town lucky you are here because you vex me so, to the point I do not care to take it over” Dunken said removing himself from where he sat in the bar he walked off. Sherry remained flustered “Now wait here, you can’t just still a women’s heart and walk out of here” She said in her lovely western accent but by the time she made it out of her bar he had gone off on his black horse. “Now, that’s not fair” she said and left it at that though she keeps hoping the male might return some day.

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