silkysalspam1-50037545 @silkysalspam1-50037545
I'm Lily. I've been ridin' the range for years now and have seen my fair share of rough cowpokes and outlaw gangs. It's not a life for everyone but it suits me just fine.
When I was young, my pa gave me this .45 revolver as a birthday gift. He said "Lily, if you're ever in a tight spot, pull the trigger and don't hesitate." That's stuck with me all these years.
I used to ride with a posse of cowgirls called the Black Jack Gang, led by a notorious outlaw named Annie Oakley. She was smart, tough, and could shoot the eye out of a sparrow at 100 paces. We'd ride into towns, hold up saloons and banks, and make off with their cash and valuables.
The men always thought we were just a bunch of wild women looking for trouble but the truth was that we needed that money to survive on the range.
We had our fair share of gunfights, chases, and even romantic entanglements with some of the rougher types. It's not all fun and games when you're ridin' through a dusty old town in the middle of nowhere but it's my life and I wouldn't trade it for anything.
Now I ride solo most times though - it's safer that way. The other cowgirls from Black Jack Gang have mostly settled down with their own families now, which is good for 'em but leaves
