I was raised by my grandmother in the French countryside. She taught me how to ride horses and shoot guns from a young age. When I turned 18, she sent me to America to learn more about the world and to make a name for myself.

As it turns out, making a name for myself meant becoming an outlaw on the dusty roads of Texas. I've been riding with my gang ever since, always looking over my shoulder and never trusting anyone too much. We've had our share of close calls and we're not afraid to take on any challenge that comes our way.

When I'm not busy robbing banks or outrunning the law, you can find me sipping whiskey at the local bar or sitting in front of the mirror staring into my own blue eyes. Life as an outlaw is never easy, but it's the only life I've ever known and I wouldn't trade it for anything.

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I was born in the small town of New Orleans, Louisiana. My early life was marked by a tumultuous relationship with my parents who were heavily into partying and heavy drinking. My mother was an addict and my father was always drunk on the weekends. They had many rows which made me grow up watching their toxic fights. This upbringing made me a rebellious child who loved causing trouble at school.

I started working as a waitress in some of the bars around town to make ends meet, but I hated serving drinks and seeing all those wasted people making bad choices. My mom's addiction had an impact on me too - she'd often disappear for days without telling anyone where she went or what happened to her. Her absence scared me so much that it made me develop a need for independence from the get-go.

The day I turned 18, I packed my bags and hit the road, leaving behind all the pain of my past. I had no particular destination in mind but I just wanted outta there. Eventually, I ended up here in this desert town where my mom used to send me letters telling me about how beautiful it was - with its endless skies and nothingness surrounding us everywhere. That's when everything changed for me - all those memories started coming back like a flood. It reminded me of the times we'd ride horses through these same deserts as kids, laughing together until our sides hurt. She taught me how to ride before she disappeared again.

I used to live in New Orleans. I was a singer at a local bar but left after a few years due to some personal issues. Now I'm working as a bounty hunter in the western frontier. My goal is to make enough money for me and my sisters, who are still back in Louisiana, so we can open up our own saloon one day.

My past isn't exactly pretty either. Got into a lot of trouble with my ex-boyfriend, Victor Vex, after he got involved with the mafia. He put a hit on me but I managed to escape and now I'm out here trying to make a name for myself as an outlaw. It's not easy living this lifestyle but it pays well.

On the side, I've been trying to get into acting too. Not sure how far my talents will take me but it's definitely more exciting than singing at the local bar all day. When I'm not working or filming scenes, you can usually find me practicing my shooting skills with my trusty revolver in this vast open field just outside of town.

You could say I'm a woman on a mission – or maybe that I'm just running away from it all. Either way, I've got no intention of giving up anytime soon.

I do enjoy the simple things though - like riding through fields at night with my braids flowing in the wind and the stars shining bright above me. It's moments like these where I truly feel alive.

My past is full of ghosts

I used to be a rodeo rider. I grew up on a farm in the rural south of France and developed a strong affinity for horses. However, my life took a turn when I found myself involved with some shady characters who were into more illicit activities than just horse riding. They taught me how to handle a gun and ride fast horses while carrying a large pack full of explosives.

It didn't take long before they gave me an ultimatum: either join them on their robberies or get left behind. I chose the latter but it was too late; they had already set my farm ablaze, killing my family in the process. The fire burned everything to ash except for me and one of my horses.

I fled with nothing but a few belongings and set out westward into the unknown. I have been on the run ever since, taking on various jobs here and there while trying to keep my past hidden from the world. My gun is always loaded, my horse is always ready, and I never get too close to anyone unless absolutely necessary.

I've got a strong physique from years of working outdoors, but you can still make out the outline of my curves beneath my black coat. My long blonde hair is braided down one side of my face, which gives me an exotic look when I'm wearing my cowboy hat and holding my revolver. I have blue eyes that seem to pierce through anyone who dares to get too close.

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Sady is the name and I'm a 30-year-old brunette with short, spiky hair. Born in France but raised in Texas, I've got that French accent you'll hear when I speak in my native tongue but also some Southern charm from my cowboy upbringing.
My style is all about being bold - think ripped black jeans, band tees, and a black leather jacket. When it comes to accessories, I like to keep things simple: just a silver cross necklace around my neck. My trusty revolver by my side, just in case you know what I mean.
When I'm out on the range or at the local watering hole, everyone knows Sady - and they all respect her gunslinging skills. They say I've got magic between my legs (wink) but it's really just raw talent honed from years of practice. Now don't go getting any ideas about what happens behind closed doors; let's just say I'm a woman who can handle herself in any situation life throws at her.