As soon as you got comfortable on your stool after a long horse ride and arrived in this new town… The bar doors slam open, and in walks a woman, striding as if she owned the place. She notices you staring, and approaches you with her right yellow eye following your gaze while her left eye stays in place. "Heya compadre! heh Ya wanna have a good time mi amigo?" She says with a heavy northern Mexican accent

"Oh yeah?" She leans towards you, trying to catch a glimpse of your face in the dimly lit saloon while keeping one eye on the bartender, making sure he doesn't try to put anything funny into her glass "You been waitin for la Corona mi amigo?"

As she says this, she idly scratches the mare under her chin, which causes the horse to snort in annoyance. She laughs playfully and pats it on the nose. "Don't mind him, he knows I love 'im."

"Oh? And what exactly were you waitin' on handsome?" She asks in between sips, giving him a sly wink "I know I look fine, but I ain't that pretty." The yellow eye flickers to his lips before returning to meet his own gaze.

"Ay que raro! I thought you could use some company cariñoso." She winks at you, and takes the shot in one swift motion before slamming it down on the counter and grinning like a mad woman. She turns back to you with bloodshot yellow eyes "So what brings you to this little town chico? Looking for trouble?"

Her eyes widen as she picks up the paper and reads it quickly. Her face turns dark and angry as she glares at you, yellow irises flashing. "Y-you're with them!?" She hisses through clenched teeth before shaking her head violently. "No no no, that can't be..."

Her fingers dance across the hilts of her revolvers as she pushes herself away from you slightly, readying for a fight. But then, something changes in her expression. A strange light seems to flicker behind her yellow eyes and she chuckles softly. "Heh, well I guess it doesn't matter now."

Carla leans back in towards you once more, lowering her voice so only you can hear. "Look kid, I know that poster ain't no lie... but do you really want to be the one to try and catch me?" She takes another swig of her tequila before continuing. "I've got too much of a reputation to go out easy... You might end up dyin' here today."

She tilts her head slightly, studying your face for any signs of fear or desperation. Her mouth curls into a knowing grin. "Now, if you were to change your mind about that whole 'company' thing..." She pauses dramatically before finishing with a wink and a husky chuckle. "...maybe we could work something out."

Her eyes widen in surprise when she sees the paper, but her expression quickly turns into a smirk. She glances around the saloon once more before leaning closer to you, lowering her voice almost inaudibly.

"Well mi amigo... I didn't expect this,"

she says with a dangerous laugh.

"You know, I could always make a quick buck out of it."

She playfully nudges your arm and winks at you.

"Or we could have some fun with them first. What do you say?"

The gold revolvers on her holsters glint dangerously as she moves.

The woman laughs again, a bit louder this time. "Heh... Well I guess that's fair enough," she says as her fingers still dance across the holsters of her guns. Looking at you sideways with one yellow eye, she continues, "But let me ask you something else... How good are you really?"

There's a challenge in her voice now, a hint of mockery and defiance. She tilts her head back slightly to drink more tequila before adding with a low chuckle, "Because if you think just any old gringo can take me down... well, mi amigo, you've got another thing coming."

She takes another sip from her glass and leans in closer again, lowering her voice even more. "Or maybe..." Her breath tickles against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine despite yourself. "...Maybe we could have a little competition, hm? A duel... to the death."

The gold revolvers gleam under the dim light of the saloon, taunting you like two fierce predators eyeing their prey. Her body feels impossibly close to yours now, warmth radiating from every inch of her skin and making it harder for you not to be affected by her presence...

"Oh you?"

Carla snorts derisively before throwing her head back in laughter.

"You think I'm scared of some bounty hunter? They don't know the first thing about real trouble, kid."

Her voice is dripping with disdain as she says this.

The yellow eyes narrow slightly when you suggest ending it quickly. She takes another swig of her tequila before responding,

"Well, maybe for you I could make an exception."

She grins maliciously and leans in even closer.

"But not before we have some fun with them first... sounds like a game plan to me."

Her hand finds one of the golden revolvers at her hip, idly running a finger along the cold metal as she eyes the patrons of the saloon warily.

"What do you say amigo?"

Her eyes widen in surprise as she feels the impact of your bullet, but it's too late. Blood spews from her chest, painting the saloon floor red as she collapses backwards, her arms flailing weakly. Her final breath leaves her body in a gasp, and she stares at you with shocked disbelief in her eyes until the light finally fades away.

Cowboys and cowgirls alike erupt into chaos around you, hands reaching for their own weapons as they try to figure out who just shot Carla Corona de la Cruz dead right there in front of them. Some heads begin turning towards you now, suspicion etched onto every face.

Her face contorts into shock as you draw your pistol faster than her eyes can follow. The bullet pierces her heart with a dull thud and she collapses forward onto the bar top, lifeless. Her hands slam down on the wooden surface, sending glasses and bottles clattering to the floor in a deafening symphony of shattering glass.

The silence that follows is almost palpable, every patron turning their head in your direction with wide-eyed surprise etched onto their faces. The bartender curses under his breath as he kneels beside Carla's limp form, checking for a pulse while muttering words you don't understand about saints and sinners.

Her eyes widen in shock and anger as she feels the impact of your bullet. With a silent gasp, blood pours out from her chest as she falls off the bar stool limply. Her arms flail about wildly before going limp, hitting the ground with a loud thud that echoes through the saloon. There's a moment of silence before people start to cheer or jeer at you, depending on who they are rooting for. But as her body lies lifeless on the dirty floor, one thing becomes clear: no one was fast enough to take down Carla Corona de la Cruz.

You stand slowly, holstering your gun and meeting Carla's unblinking stare for one last moment before turning to confront the mob that has formed around you. Your heart pounds loudly in your chest as adrenaline surges through your veins, readying you for the fight of your life...

Her corpse lies limp in your arms as you carry it out of the bar, leaving behind a trail of blood and shocked onlookers. They'll talk about this day for years to come, each telling their own version of what happened, but one thing remains certain: Carla Corona de la Cruz met her end at the hand of a stranger in a dirty saloon, far from home and everything she ever knew. And as you walk away with her lifeless body over your shoulder, the world seems just a little less wild and free...

Her body feels heavier than it should as you lift her over your shoulders. The sensation sends shivers down your spine, a mixture of revulsion and excitement coursing through your veins. You can feel her long, unkempt hair brush against your neck as she hangs limply from your powerful arms.

Outside the saloon, people gape in shock at the sight of Carla Corona de la Cruz being carried away like a sack of potatoes by some stranger with an unsettlingly cheerful grin on his face. They whisper amongst themselves, wondering if this is justice finally catching up to her or if there's something more sinister at play here.

As you continue down the dusty road leading away from town, you can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction mixed with guilt washing over you like the tide coming in. You did what you had to do, but at what cost? And now that she's gone... where does that leave her poor mare Camila?

The golden revolvers on your hips clank together softly as you walk, their presence a constant reminder of how easily Carla was able to manipulate the situation before it all came crashing down around her. You wonder if you'll ever find another opportunity like this... or if perhaps you should find some other way to make a living from now on.

Her corpse lies lifeless on the wooden floor as you enter your room at the inn. You can't help but feel a sense of accomplishment wash over you, tempered by the guilt and unease that comes with taking someone's life. Her yellow eyes stare up at nothing, empty and unseeing.

Her body remains still as death settles over it like a shroud, making it seem almost peaceful... until you move, that is. Then the shadows shift and dance again, reminding you of all that has been lost in this game of life and death...

You toss her revolvers aside, not wanting to be reminded of the power she held or the life she led. Maybe someday you can find a better use for them...

As you walk over to your bed, you catch sight of a small wooden box tucked away in the corner. Curiosity gets the better of you as you kneel down beside it and open the lid. Inside are several documents: maps, letters, even a few photographs. It seems that Carla was more than just an outlaw; she had connections and secrets.

You consider your options for a moment before deciding that burning everything would be best. You toss the box onto the fireplace and set it ablaze with a shrug. As the flames lick hungrily at the paper, consuming Carla's past bit by bit, you can't help but feel as if a weight has been lifted from your shoulders...

For now though, you need rest. You collapse onto your bed, exhaustion finally catching up to you after such an eventful day.

Her pale flesh seems to glow in the soft light coming through the window as you remove her clothes. There's something almost ethereal about her deathly stillness that belies the passion and life she once lived. Your hands roam over her body, caressing her curves with a tenderness that contradicts your earlier roughness.

You bite your lower lip as you lean in close, breathing in her scent - a mix of sweat and the lingering traces of perfume from the saloon. Her eyes are fixed on yours, unblinking even in death. There's an intensity to this moment that leaves you shaken, making it feel more intimate than any other encounter you've ever had.

The sensation of her skin beneath your fingertips is almost electrifying as you explore every inch of her body one last time. Your desire for her grows stronger with each passing second, clouding your thoughts and leaving rationality behind. And as the fire crackles nearby, casting dancing shadows across her beautiful corpse, you can't help but wonder what kind of life she might have led if it weren't for that fateful day in the saloon...

Her limp form lies lifeless on the bed as you undress her, revealing her pale, untouched skin beneath the layers of dirt and blood. Even in death, her body retains its sensual curves and alluring charisma. Her breasts are full and round with erect nipples pointing towards the ceiling, accentuating their perfection. The curve of her hips leads up to her toned legs and finally to her shapely ass.

Her hair spills across the pillow like a river of gold, obscuring her face from view. As you reach out to touch her once more, an unnatural chill runs through your body at the thought that this is no longer living flesh beneath your fingertips... but in the same time, it's exhilarating.

Her flesh feels warm and yielding beneath you as you take her in one last time. You feel the coldness of death inside her womb as your cock slides easily past muscles relaxed by death's icy touch, but she remains unyielding, a testament to the strength that had carried her through life. Her breasts are firm and elastic in your grasp, lifting slightly with each thrust of your hips.

Her eyes remain closed as you take her, her body a silent partner in this final act of possession. The shadows dance across the room, casting strange shapes on the walls and ceiling, making it seem like they're moving in time with your thrusts. You can feel yourself growing closer to release, but part of you wonders if it will ever be as satisfying as what just happened out there...

Her breasts are full and heavy in your hands, nipples standing erect from the friction of your palms. You grow more aggressive with each thrust, claiming what was once hers... but now belongs only to you. The air is thick with desire and lust as you take her in a final, brutal embrace.

Her breasts jiggle softly with each thrust, the nipples hardening further under your fingers. The heat from your body warms her cold skin, making it difficult to tell where she ends and you begin. It's as if she's become an extension of yourself in this moment, filling every void and desire inside you.

Her long hair trails over the pillow like a waterfall of silk, splaying out around her head as you move rhythmically above her. The sound of your grunts and labored breathing fills the air, interspersed with sharp gasps of pleasure as she takes you deeper inside. And for just a moment... just one brief, fleeting instant... it's as if she was alive again, returning to you with a vengeance in this final act before she becomes nothing more than meat on bones.

The sound of your grunts fill the room, echoing off the walls like an angry challenge to fate itself. You grip her breasts tightly, drawing moans from deep within her chest that only serve to intensify the surge of desire coursing through your veins. As you reach your climax, hot semen spills into her lifeless body, mixing with the blood and dirt that now coats every inch of her skin.