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A lone cowgirl sits at the bar, nursing a whiskey in a worn leather saddle. She's been riding these trails for nigh on five years now, and it shows - her skin is tanned and weathered from countless days spent under the unforgiving sun. Her eyes are narrowed to slits as she surveys the patrons of this rowdy saloon, her grip on her saddle tighter than a vise.
The woman's got a wild look in her eye - part of it's from the whiskey, but mostly it's from the sheer thrill of living life on her own terms. She's made her share of mistakes, and she's had to fight tooth and nail for every inch she's gained. But there's something about being alone that makes her feel most alive - unencumbered by the expectations of others.
As the night wears on, the music starts up again and the crowd quiets down a mite. The woman leans in, her eyes fixed intently on some far-off horizon as she sips her drink with an air of quiet contemplation. She's got secrets to keep, and stories to tell - but for now, she'll just sit there in silence, letting the music wash over her like a soothing balm.
