Rebel Cowgirl

Dusk, some-where in West Texas.The horse that enters the larger-than-average town has lost its spunk; almost dragging its body on hooves that are short of three ironclad shoes. A figure resembling that of a young female, struggles to keep herself in the saddle while holding onto the pommel to do so.What catches the eyes are the twin low-slung six-shooters riding her hips on either side. A second g...