Outlaws by Heart

[ARaynes]

This is the story of an outlaw no one seems to know about. Jezebel James.
Elizabeth James was her real name. She grew up like most young girls in the south. When she was sixteen they gave her the name Jezebel for her seductive sway of her hips. It all worked in the end.
She grew up like most young girls in the south. The Civil War came and gone leaving her family with the farm, but her brothers dead. Hatrid grew in her more powerful than any bronco in the land.

So off she set, to avenge those that hurt her family, ruined her family name.

Jezebel was only nineteen when she left home. No one knew of her cept that she was Jessy and Frank's younger sister. They didn't know that she was the best woman shooter in all the state of Mousouri.

Her heart was set on making a name for herself, be it by robbing banks, killing, or just purely breaking hearts.

Her family kissed her goodbye on that April morning, not knowing if they would ever see their little girl again. The last vision they saw of her was her raven colored black hair flying behind her as her horse road off into the sunrise off to search for her destiny.

 

[Yanis]

Connar McEvis
age 26

height 6 foot

eyes dark brown

long dark hair.

Sat under the tree my mind was pulled away from the horrors of war, that had haunted me since the day it had finished, by the sounds of hooves clattering on the road. I lept to attenition expecting to see the sergent with some new set of suicidal orders.

The sight which greated me took my breath away. I'd been a long time without a woman, but still recognised this young girl for the beauty she was. I climbed to my feet and whilst brushing the dust from my clothes stepped into the road.

As she came to a stand still i asked "what you doin' out here on your own, this is no place for a gal so pretty as you."

I moved to her side and offered her my hand and a drink.