Hey there! I'd love to hear some feedback on Annie, or just on the idea of the story in general. I know there isn't much here now, but I prefer to develop plots as I go. Anyways, let me know what you think!

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Prologue – When the Going Gets Tough

Here she was, getting herself into trouble again.

Annie MacGillivray cringed, leaning against the thick-grained wood wall with her gloved hand hovering above her Schofield. Her hands tensed as a rouse of voices from outside of her family's farmhouse shattered the silence.

They were here for her.

"C'mon out sweetheart – we won't hurt ya!" One voice hollered.

"We just wanna talk!" Another came.

Bullshit, she thought. They'd already taken her family to God knows where and done God knows what to them. She wasn't going to go without a fight.

She breathed deeply, bracing herself – she didn't have long now. Any minute, the Williamson gang bastards would break through the front door and storm the house, attempting to lay their grubby hands on her and her family's prized possessions. Annie turned her body slightly, trying to escape the situation for a moment.

Instead, looking at her face in the mirror brought it into context.

She was a pretty girl, just over twenty years old. But there was stress in her face – wrinkles were seemingly forming out of thin air in the corners of her eyes and on her brow. She sighed, running a hair through her mess of auburn hair, tying it up in a loose bun to keep it out of the way. Her clothes were fairly well-worn; there was no way they would give up her status, inherited from her socialite parents. Indeed, the MacGillivray family was well known for having a fairly vast fortune – their success in the ranching and investment industries was infamous around these parts. But Annie chose not to partake in such things, preferring to live life on the wild side and run rampant.

Suddenly, the bang of the front door made her jump. She was distracted from her momentary pause, hand jumping back to the pistol and drawing it. Her teeth grit together knowing the inevitable was coming. Annie could hear the bootsteps of one of Williamson's goons drawing near. Her breath came sharp, and she held it, coming around the corner with her trigger finger ready.

There was no turning back now.

Without a second thought she fired, striking the dirty looking man in the chest and sending him to the ground. With a look of disgust, she jumped over the corpse and barricaded herself behind the door frame, watching as more men came up on the front porch to make an assault on the house.

Alice began firing again, one by one taking out her assailants. The girl was a sharp shooter, there was no doubt about it. She'd learned well from her father through the years, and now, she was grateful for his tutelage.

She ran, not thinking whether or not the entirety of the gang had been slain. A saddled bay horse off in towards the property entrance was her goal – if she could just get on its back, she'd be off – home free – and headed in the direction of safety.

Never in her life had she run this fast. Even as the sting of a bullet pierced her shoulder, she kept running, not even noticing the blood that started gushing from the wound. Her heart was racing at a million miles an hour as she reached the horse and swung herself up into the saddle, yelling a massive "HYAH!" and kicking it square in the ribs. The bay moved off at a gallop.

She was free.