[h1][color=f7976a]Roxanne "Black Rose" Westfield[/color][/h1]
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The three of them were an unlikely trio, a man, a woman and a native Indian. They had been united for a common purpose, and it was this purpose that saw the three people with different upbringings and stories of their own come together to bring down the menace that is Richard Dawson and his gang of scum and villainy. Not that Roxanne was particularly free of any sin herself, but when compared to the likes of Dawson, she was as good as a saint. Sure, she had robbed and killed people, but Richard Dawson had done things far, far worse. The trio made their way into the saloon, and as Leo found themselves a table, his two other companions took their seat. 

It wasn’t that much long later before their targets arrived, just as the Coyote himself had expected. The Black Rose had been unsure of how reliable his source of information had been, but fortunately for them, it proved to be true. Keeping her eyes focused on the two scum, her gazed swiveled and focused onto one of them at the sound of a commotion erupted.

Her stare shot daggers at the man, Leonard Freemont as he grabbed the working woman by the hair. Her fists clenched and balled into a fist in anger. Scum like these were too good to be left alive. Henry began speaking up, challenging the authority of Dawson’s men, and Roxy was more than ready to support him should the need arose. The confrontation eventually escalated to the point where they were ready for a showdown. She got up and followed the Coyote and Taheton out into the hot sun, her hands ever ready at her holsters. The sound of horses approaching soon brought along more Dawson men.[i] Aww well, more to kill then.[/i] 

As soon as Leo fired as his shot, eliminating Bradley before the poor shit even realised what happened to him, his other two companions began to work on Dawson’s gang. Taheton took care of Freemont by tossing his tomahawk into his chest, and Roxy relieved her twin revolvers from their holsters, spitting lead as they emptied their load onto the mounted men, toppling three before they could reach for their guns. She ran for cover as the rest began to return fire. A sly smile crept onto her face for this was [i]just another day at work for her.
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