Author Note : I do not have any rights to any of the Sailor Moon characters. They officially belong to Naoko Takeuchi. All other characters are of my own creation. Some famous outlaw names or other famous names may appear, they are only in reference to the old west legends and lore.

While many people tended to keep congregated in the northern states of America, quite a few individuals found it necessary to move as far away from those towns as humanly possible and went west. Among the trails came many trials but people eventually managed to tame some parts of the west for the sake of forgetting just where they had come from in the first place. It was nothing different for a woman who seemed to show out of thin air one day claiming to want to work for the Pony Express. The short blonde haired individual , who the owner thought was male, claimed to be fast on a mustang horse and was quite stern on wanting the job that had opened up in part of an Indian attack killing one of the man's best riders the week before. He grumbled a bit smoking his cigar on the porch of his mail establishment and glanced the young kid over calmly with green eyes. He didn't seem like anything fancy in a pair of old tattered kneed jeans with a black western shirt on his back. The brown duster the kid wore was also rather worn down and torn. "I don't know kid, you ain't exactly rider material to me." he grumbled firmly.

"You haven't seen me ride so how can you make that assumption?" remarked the blonde calmly raising a brow.

A rider who happened to be tending to her horse snickered faintly only causing her boss to glare down toward her. She looked straight toward him and dropped the reigns to her ebony horse. The woman walked forward leaving her horse ground tied and adjusted the ebony hat upon her head gazing in the direction of the blonde with calm light blue eyes. It only took her a moment to take her own guess of the rider's skills from just looking at her but she soon took a moment to turn her attention back up to her employer.

"Now boss, you can't be that irrational. Give the newbie a chance, Mr. Dobson." murmured the rider calmly.

The older gentleman was not amused whatsoever by the input of his employee and snapped. "Shut up, Hawkins. This isn't your place."

"It may not be, but you have to give this rider a fair shot like ya did with the rest of us." she retorted coldly.

The blonde tried her best not to give off a smirk at the bickering going on in front of her at the time, but Haruka was finding it extremely difficult to keep that front up. Eventually after a much heated argument and debate, the man allowed the blonde to ride and show her skills racing the woman he had been arguing with to see who was the faster rider. It didn't take long for the woman who Haruka only knew as Hawkins to loose the race and only laugh upon catching up to her horse in the end.

"Not a bad I was right on the guess you'd be a damn good rider."she murmured calmly extending out a leather gloved hand toward the blonde. "Name's Jacklyn Hawkins but feel free to just call be Jak."

"Name's Haruka. Thanks for getting on the old man's nerves enough to give me a shot at this. I appreciate it, Jak." remarked the blonde smoothly.

It wasn't often the young eighteen year old blonde relied on another individual but it seemed in the moment that Jak became an ally to her when she least expected it. She was going to remember about returning the favor in many years to come. For the time being however, she was going to work as hard as any other Pony Express rider did in order to keep money in her pocket for longer than a few days at a time. The last job the blonde woman had managed to sink her fingers into didn't last but three days when her employer cut her off and kicked her out. Someone had been stealing supplies from his general store and he decided it was her without having any sort of proof. Since then, Haruka had been searching for a job she was skilled at and riding a horse was the best skill set she had and seemed to be the only one.

It didn't take long for her to learn more skills however as time started to go by as she worked. Jak wasn't about to let the blonde take on a dangerous route on her own until she learned quite a few more skills in order to survive. After a few rides to a few neighboring towns to deliver the mail one evening, Hawkins pulled Haruka aside after putting their horses up for the night. Nothing occurred to the blonde to become cautious or wary around the other individual as the two were growing to become close friends.

"There's something I want to teach you before you start taking the longer routes out into tribal grounds in this western country, Haruka." started Jak calmly, "Hold out your hands a moment for me."

The blonde did as instructed and was soon met with a set of pistols in her rough hands. Her dark green eyes scanned over the weapons in her hands and slowly looked upward toward the rider. She looked confused as to what Jak was going to make her do but it didn't take her long for it all to sink it. "You want me to use these?"

"Damn right I do. However, I want you to see how the pistols fit in your hands first. If one feels better in one particular hand, that will be your main gun hand, but I want to teach you how to use both in case something were to happen."

"And just how do you suppose a person without any experience is going to become a good gun?" inquired the blonde sounding rather skeptical.

"Simple, you take instructions from one of the faster guns around." responded the amused teacher. The look on the younger woman's face only caused Jak to chuckle a little before she turned to an old wooden fence. She walked away from Haruka and took the time to set up twelve cans to prove her point to her new found student. The woman soon returned alongside the blonde and took the time to flick back both sides of the long black duster she had on.

"And just how fast can you get those cans down, anyways?I doubt you can be that fast." murmured Haruka calmly. She wasn't expecting all the cans to fall with a mere twelve shots from both six shooters her companion had on her sides. Everyone had to miss with one or two bullets at least. Right?

Jak smirked softly before flexing out her fingertips on each hand watching the cans. When she made her move, Haruka did her best not to blink as the guns from the woman's sides flew out of their holsters and shot from the hip on either side of her to each can in sequence. First the left gun would fire before the right until the very last can was shot with the final bullet from the left forty-five pistol. The cans flew up off the rail and fell to the ground with a hole in the center of each one of them but before the last one hit the ground, the guns were back in their holsters leaving the blonde with her jaw agape.

"Prove my point to ya, Blondy?" grinned Jak.

Haruka managed a nod after a few more moments of staring at the wounded containers on the ground. The firing didn't take any longer than three seconds to level the targets and she couldn't figure out how the woman was that accurate a shot. "How did you get that damned good?"

"Practice, Haruka. Now, I want you to practice drawing those guns and pulling the hammer back when you draw em out. Then I want you to point the barrel at your target without using the sights on the gun but rather with your eyes. After that, I want you to squeeze the trigger but until I say you are ready, your guns will be unloaded while you practice the sequence."

The blonde looked like the woman had sprouted a second head for a moment before glancing to the two pistols still in her hands. It was then she realized they were unloaded noticing no bullets in the chambers she could see with the naked eye. She had to give the woman credit. Jak knew how to keep a rookie from blowing her foot off within the first five seconds of holding a gun. The blonde finally gave a nod to the other woman and moved to set the cans up on the fence rail before beginning her practice.

Jak smirked a bit watching as the blonde learned the function of the spare pistols she had been given and eventually moved off to the hay loft to get some sleep leaving the student on her own. 'Let's see what this kid really has. I'm sure she'll learn pretty quick on how to use those two six shooters. Only time will tell if she'll really figure out why I told her practice as I have.' thought the slightly older woman as she climbed on up to bed. Eventually she found her blanket located over a busted bale of hay on the loft and moved on over resting her body once her holster was laid beside her bed.

With no one else around, Haruka kept practicing until the sun went completely down and there was no available light. Her thumbs were sore from the first time of pulling the hammers back on the pistols threatening to callous over. While in the back of her mind she knew it was worth continuing, her body just wanted to get some sleep for the evening. She sighed a bit managing to slip the pistols into her belt of her jeans while entering the barn to get some much needed rest after practicing for an hour and a half. The next time she got a pay check, she planned on getting herself a holster for those guns as she was bound and determined to use them in order to gain more freedom to ride. It was the whole reason she had gone out west along with some other issues she was not about to bring up to anyone. While her hands remained sore for the night, it didn't seem to bother her as she finally found herself a bed of hay bales to lay on where she promptly found herself asleep.