Natural Born Sinners

I might have been born what most folks around here would call an abomination, but my trigger finger was nothing short of blessed.

It had to be. I grew up being told that I was the dirt-poor baby sister of a notorious outlaw. 

Turns out, my mother was one of the most infamous whores in Missouri, and that outlaw that I’d called brother my whole life, wasn’t my brother at all, he was just one of the men in her harem. 

Now this crazy woman who left me to be lied to my whole life wants my help running her niece’s wild west whore house and babysitting the runt brother of the Jacobs gang.

I guess you could say, I’d just inherited a whore house and a handful of problems.