The small double doors of Dusty's Saloon squeaked when they opened. A tall, slim figure stood in the doorway, silhouetted by the bright sunlight outside. All commotion in the bar stopped and all eyes turned to the newcomer. She surveyed the room for a moment, then took five methodical steps forward, leaving the doors to swing behind her.
She was a tall woman with curly red hair and a few freckles spotting her cheeks. She had a piece of gum in her mouth, and when she chewed, her jaw made a slow rounding motion. She wore a blue-shirt-with-brown-vest combination that was common for law officials in the area. A dull five-point star adorned the left side of her vest, and it was no secret that underneath it hid a six inch .46 caliber revolver. She traced the visible area with her eyes, then began to address the room.