How The West Was Kept

This is a mildly modern Wild West were America/Alfred and Fem!Canada/Madeline are well... Hired guns, bounty hunters, and In a pinch anything legal that pays. Rest of story explanation to come on the inside. Going to be UkUS and Prucan in the future. Enjoy! Modern Wild West AU. Circa late 1950's early 1960's. I own nothing!

Alfred F. Jones tilted his hat up to get a better look at the sprawling town.
'Well, we made it.' He thought, a grin spreading across his handsome face.
Alfred and his younger sister Madeline could have been twins, both flaxen haired, fair skinned and blue eyed. But there remained three differences. One, Madeline's eyes were more blue-violet than Alfred's. Two, Alfred stood 6 feet 5 inches compared to Madeline's 5 feet 6 inches. Three, Madeline was two years her brother's junior.
Whenever they entered a new town, people assumed they were husband and wife, but once they realized otherwise, gossip would fly like the wind. The two were never bothered by this.
"Royalton," Madeline hooted, laughing, "It's been too long since we've stayed in a proper city house, with running water and electricity."
"Yeah, race you!"
The siblings rode their horses as recklessly as they dared until they reached the edge of town. Slowing his steed to a walk, Alfred whistled.
"What a place, huh Maddie? I'd guess there are probably two or three saloons on this street alone."
"Yes, brother dear," Madeline answered sardonically, dismounting and securing her mare at the nearest hitching post, "but we're going into this store here.

The inside of the place smelled of sawdust and freshly cleaned floors. It was a reputable shop and the clerk was a very tall young man who wore clean clothes and a scarf despite the heat.
He looked up from a book as they approached. His violet-blue eyes took in Madeline's denims, blouse and vest but he made no comment.
"Can I help you?" He had a slight accent, like he had been born in America but had grown up speaking both English and Russian.
"Yes, have you heard of Kirkland Enterprises?" Madeline asked, taking off her hat, her braid falling down her back.
"Yes, I should think everyone has heard of them. Why do you ask?" The man was clearly interested now.
"My sister and I heard that they were looking for guns-for-hire." Alfred removed his own hat, and sat at the bar.
The man nodded.
"They are indeed looking for such types. However, they are considering for only the sharpest shots."
"My name's Alfred F. Jones, this is my sister, Madeline."
The man's eyes flashed with recognition, he'd heard of them of course.
"Ivan Braginski. I wish you well with finding work here in Royalton. But the Beilschmidt and the Vargas families are centered here in this town."

Once outside, Madeline grimaced, dropping all pretenses of pleasantries and letting her disgust show through.
"The Vargas family, of course! And the Beilschmidt brothers to boot! We'll be lucky to get near the positions."
"Don't worry about it. We'll be fine. We always are."

It took only a few questions asked of a sleepy looking yet apparently prosperous general store clerk to find out where the most popular saloon in the city. Also, a pretty Japanese girl who was sweeping off the porch of the house next door told them where the best place to stay in Royalton was.
So they stopped at the Riverfront Inn (which was indeed on the riverfront) to get rooms and change. Well, Madeline changed, Alfred just neatened up a bit, shaved and put on some deodorant. When they met in the lobby, his sister was almost unrecognizable in a floor length gown. It held secrets though. In addition to being very unsuitable for a saloon, it had well hidden slits that would allow the wearer to reach her gun holsters in a hurry or grab several delicate knives that were sewn in the embroidery at cuffs and neckline.
"Very nice." Alfred remarked as she descended the stairs.
"What?" She snapped.
"I just think it's a bit too nice for where we're going."
Madeline sighed, "I'll be right back."
A few minutes later they walked out of the hotel, Madeline dressed in a pretty high necked gray-blue blouse, a black skirt of appropriate length and a gun belt. The pins in her coiled braids were tiny knives. She made a very strange sight.

The saloon was loud. It wasn't crowded, just loud.
Alfred and Madeline relaxed the minute they walked in the door. It was the kind of place they'd spent plenty of time in.
Also the moment they walked in, every pair of eyes fixed on Madeline.
The room fell silent as the men adjusted to the idea of a woman in their place of society.
Then a tall lean man stood near the bar. He had pale skin, untouched by the sun's rays despite hours spent under them. His eyes were red as blood and his hair was as silver as an old man's. But he was no old man. Gilbert Beilschmidt was Gilbert Beilschmidt. He had been born that way. No he wasn't a vampire. He claimed he was an albino, but most people just ignored his differences.
"Hey there, welcome." He called to the pair, "Do you folks need a place to sit?"

Okay remember I own nothing and enjoy whats to come folks!