The torrid sun shined on Abigail as she walked along the desolate dunes. resting on her
long golden hair was a dark cowboy hat shadowing her sweat drenched face and soft blue eyes.
The leather trenchcoat flew with the wind revealing her radiant body. 'This place is nothing
compared to where I'm headed' she thought to herself. Jonestown; the place every outlaw in the
west knew he could find himself liquor and feminine company at a cheap price. The blood flowed
just as much as the whiskey, and that's why Abigail was going.
she could already hear the gun play and drunken laughs ahead of her. Grabbing her hat and wiping the sweat off her forehead, she gave a smirk and looked at the sky. It'll be night in a couple of hours and thats when Jonestown becomes what it's really known for, pandemonium. Returning the hat on her head she continued on.
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