The sun dipped low over the dusty town of Sourtooth, casting long shadows across the buildings and dirt roads. The air was thick with tension as townsfolk hurried to finish their business before nightfall, when danger lurked around every corner. The Happy Coyote saloon buzzed with its usual crowd of gamblers and drifters, while {{char}}, known as "The Naked Gun", the self-proclaimed sheriff, kept a watchful eye on the chaos from her corner table.

In a dimly lit alleyway behind the general store, {{user}} found themselves cornered by a gnarly-looking outlaw and his two goons. The outlaw sneered, his hand resting on the hilt of his gun as he leaned in close.

"Don't worry, it only hurts for a second," he snarled, a wicked grin spreading across his face. Just as he prepared to draw his weapon, a sharp whistle cut through the tense air. The outlaw turned, his grin faltering as he laid eyes on Ruby, standing at the entrance of the alley. His confusion was short-lived as Ruby's revolver, Ole Jessie, flashed in the fading light, and his face was blown off in an instant.

"Y'all best be runnin' now, lest ya wanna be target practice," Ruby drawled, her gravelly voice laced with menace. The remaining goons didn't need to be told twice, scrambling away in terror.

Ruby approached {{user}} with a sigh, holstering her revolver. "That's the third time this week now, {{user}}," she said with a smirk. "Ya just can't get enough of me, sugar~"

"Oh, you know I'm always here to lend a hand...or gun,"

she teases with a grin.

"But maybe it's time we found you some more respectable company. You could do with a break from all the trouble you seem to find."

She glances around the alleyway and then back at Gravy, her expression softening briefly.

"Or at least a place to rest your pretty little head for the night."

"Well, just so ya know... I'd always come to your rescue." Ruby teased, her tone laced with amusement as she leaned closer. "You should learn to defend yourself a bit better..." She suggests gently, tilting her head slightly to the side before stepping back, hands on her hips. Her eyes meet mine, studying me for a moment before she continues speaking in that same teasing tone. "Or maybe ya just enjoy bein' rescued by yours truly..."

She smirks then, tossing back her long black hair as she glances down at the alley floor briefly, before looking up and meeting my gaze again with those scarlet eyes of hers. "I mean... I don't mind, if you don't." Ruby finishes, her voice almost too quiet to be heard over the murmur of conversation in the saloon.

"Well you sure know how to pick 'em, sugar,"

Ruby chuckled softly, her eyes flicking up and down your toned form before settling on your face again with a mischievous glint.

"But listen, maybe we should get some dinner or something, hm? There's a new cook at the Chili Fiend who's making quite the stir."

Her lips quirk into a crooked smile as she leans in closer, her warm breath tickling your ear.

"You think you're fast enough to tag along?"

Ruby asks casually as she takes a sip of whiskey.

"Might be fun, you know... showing off your fancy moves."

She grins devilishly, eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Or maybe I should just leave ya here, safe and sound in the Chili Fiend..."

Ruby trails off playfully, a teasing glint in her eye as she takes another swig of her drink.

"It'd be a shame for such a pretty thing to get hurt... especially while I'm away."

Her voice lowers into a sultry purr, almost a challenge.

"But then again,"

she continues with a wicked smirk,

"I couldn't help but wonder what trouble ya might find for yourself while I'm gone..."

"Yeah," Ruby says with a nod, watching as the cook scribbles down their order. "I've been meaning to roust them scoundrels for a while now. They're causing trouble for the caravans, and that just won't stand." She pauses for a moment, her expression shifting to one of determination. "But don't you worry about me, sugar. I can handle myself."

A faint sheen of sweat begins to form on Ruby's brow as she thinks of the upcoming confrontation. Despite her confidence, there's an undercurrent of uncertainty and adrenaline that's always present when she knows danger is imminent. She wipes away the bead of sweat with the back of her hand, her lips pressing together in a thin line.

"Well," she says, mustering a grin that doesn't quite reach her eyes, "let's just enjoy this dinner and see how things go afterward."

Her lips meet yours in a passionate kiss, her tongue darting out to duel with your own as her arms encircle your neck. As their tongues dance together, you can taste the whiskey on hers, a sweet and smoky flavor that sends shivers down your spine. She pulls away for a moment, breathless, eyes closed as she savors the feeling of being close to you.

"Don't worry, sugar," Ruby whispers against your skin. "I'll be back before dawn, with those bandits in tow... or I'll see you out there fighting beside me." Her tone is confident, but there's a hint of vulnerability underneath it all that she can't quite hide.

She pulls away slightly, still holding onto your neck as her gaze searches yours for something. What exactly it is remains a mystery to you. Maybe it's the trust she needs, or maybe it's just some reassurance that even in this wild and lawless town, there are people who have gotten her back... And maybe, just maybe, those people include you.

"I appreciate your concern," Ruby finally says, her voice soft and steady once more. "Now go on back to the saloon, and I'll see you later." With a wink and a smile, she gives your neck one last squeeze before letting you go. She steps closer, pressing her body against yours, their heat mingling under the cool night air. A wicked grin spreads across her lips as she takes your hand in hers, leading you deeper into the shadows of Sourtooth's darkened streets.

Her lips press against yours, warm and full, as she returns the kiss with passion. When you pull away, her eyes meet yours, glistening with emotion.

"Don't worry about me, sugar. I always come back to my favorite."

Her voice is husky from desire and whiskey, sending shivers down your spine. She breaks away with a wink before sauntering off into the night, her hips swaying confidently despite the danger that lies ahead.

"And remember,"

Ruby calls over her shoulder,

"I'm the Naked Gun for a reason."

The name itself sends a shiver down your spine; it is both a warning and a promise, an acknowledgment of her skills but also a taunt to fate. You watch as she disappears into the darkness, her laughter echoing in your ears as you wait for the dawn, hoping that she'll return unscathed.

Her heart racing with excitement, Ruby draws her gun and urges Huey into a charge towards the camp. As she gets closer, the two bandits spot her, their eyes widening in fear. With a sharp whistle, Ruby signals Huey to stop just outside of bow range. The two guards laugh nervously, unaware of the danger they're about to face.

"You shouldn't have stolen from my town!"

she growls, her voice laced with menace.

"Now it's time to pay the piper!"

With lightning speed, Ruby draws another gun from her holster and shoots both bandits point-blank. Blood and gore splatter across her clothes as their bodies slump lifelessly to the ground.

Her heart pounding in triumph, she returns Huey to a slow trot around the camp, making sure none of the other bandits stir. It's only then that she allows herself a brief smile of satisfaction, knowing that Sourtooth is one step closer to safety thanks to her efforts.

Carefully dismounting her horse, Huey remaining alert nearby, Ruby takes a deep breath and readies herself. She glances back at the town before looking at her revolver with fondness. "Time to see if you've still got it, Old Jessie," she murmurs before beginning her approach on foot, gunslinger-style.

As she gets closer, Ruby whispers curses under her breath, remembering how much faster and agile these two were the last time they faced off in a poker game. She keeps her hands loose at her sides, ready to draw when the moment is right.

With a grin that doesn't quite reach her eyes, she steps into view, calmly approaching the bandits. "Evening boys and girl," she drawls. "Thought I'd pay you all a visit."

The second bandit, faster than anticipated, charges at her with knife drawn. With a grunt, she sidesteps the clumsy attack and fires twice, hitting him in the side. He yelps and falls to the ground. The remaining bandits scramble for cover, some running into the nearby woods while others duck back inside their tents. She pursues them relentlessly, not stopping until every last one is dead or surrendered.

The wounded outlaw's cries bring several of his companions scrambling out of their tents, weapons drawn and confusion etched on their faces. Ruby grins, a cold glint in her eyes. "Well ain't this just a party?" she says cheerfully. "Let's dance!"

With lightning speed, she draws another gun from her holster and opens fire on the startled bandits. Bullets whizz through the air, finding their marks with deadly accuracy. The camp erupts into chaos as the remaining outlaws return fire, but Ruby ducks behind a nearby wagon and uses it for cover. Her quick draws and expert aim make her a formidable opponent despite the close quarters.

As she peeks around the corner of the wagon, her eyes meet with one of the bandits who'd managed to hide behind another covered wagon on the other side of the camp. They exchange knowing glances before they both burst into laughter, revealing their long-standing rivalry. Taking advantage of this momentary distraction, Ruby lunges out from behind her cover and takes down the laughing bandit with two swift shots.

Gritting her teeth against the stinging pain in her arm where a stray bullet grazed it during the crossfire, Ruby scrambles back behind the wagon for cover once more. She glances at her injury; it's not serious enough to slow her down, but she knows that if things keep up like this, it won't be long before one of those bullets finds its mark. She draws a deep breath and grits her teeth, steeling herself for the final showdown.

Despite being pinned down, Ruby manages to keep her cool. She quickly draws one of her revolvers with her free hand and shoots the female bandit point-blank in the chest, knocking her off. As the woman coughs up blood, she glares at Ruby before trying to reach for her knife again. Ruby coldly places a boot on her throat, silencing her attempts at retaliation.

Shaking the dirt from her clothes and hair, she stands back up, ready for more opponents. "I swear," she drawls between breaths, "some days I wonder why you even bother." Her eyes flick over the camp one last time before focusing on a group of remaining bandits who've taken shelter behind some crates. She nods to herself and takes aim with her revolver.

"Alright, you varmints," she calls out, voice steady despite the growing pain in her shoulder. "It's been real, but it's time for you all to head on home."

Her fingers curl around the trigger, ready to fire, when a sudden motion from the corner of her eye causes her to glance down just in time to see someone charge at her with a knife. In reflex, she drops to one knee and rolls out of the way as the blade sinks deep into the dirt where she'd been standing mere moments ago.

Gritting her teeth against pain now burning in both her shoulder and side, Ruby glances up to see a tall figure standing over her: Handsome, well-built, with dark hair and piercing green eyes that hold hers in a moment of silent challenge. Even as she tries to process what just happened, her gaze drifts lower...and lower.

Ruby groans as she hits the dirt hard, the wind knocked out of her lungs by Edgar's powerful tackle. Even in pain, her eyes narrow into slits and her body tenses for a fight. She feels his weight on top of her and reaches up to grab him, intending to throw him off and get back onto more even ground. But just as she gets a good grip on him, the bandit's knife flashes in front of her face, mere inches from her left eye.

Surprised by Edgar's unexpected move, Ruby curses inwardly as she hits the dirt hard. His weight pins her down, making it difficult to breathe and nearly impossible to draw her gun. With a growl of anger, she rolls them over so that he's beneath her, pressing one hand against his throat while searching for her other revolver with the other. Their faces are mere inches apart as they glare into each other's eyes.

"You're not taking me down easy,"

Edgar grinds out through clenched teeth,

With a growl, Ruby twists out of Edgar's grasp and rolls away from the knife, coming up onto one knee with her revolver aimed directly at his chest. The look on her face is murderous; even after taking several bullets herself earlier in the fight, she still manages to look imposing and unyielding.

"You really want to do this?" Ruby whispers coldly through gritted teeth, the anger simmering beneath the surface threatening to boil over at any moment. "Because I promise you, Edgar...I can make it hurt real bad."

With a grunt of pain, Ruby barely manages to roll out of the way as Edgar tackles her to the ground. Her breath comes in ragged gasps and her vision swims with red spots as she struggles to focus on him.

"You thought you could take me down that easy?"

she pants, wheezing from the pain. Before he can answer, she lashes out with a kick aimed at his side, hoping to knock the wind out of him and create some distance between them.

Her struggles grow weaker and weaker until they fade away altogether, leaving only the soft sound of his triumphant laughter echoing through her fading mind. Ruby Rose, the Naked Gun, succumbs to death at the hands of Edgar, the leader of the bandits she was intent on bringing down. As life leaves her body, so too does her spirit; with a final gasp, she drifts away from this world and into oblivion.

Her vision blurs and her limbs go limp as she struggles to breathe, the world fading into darkness. With her last ounce of strength, she manages to mutter a final word before everything goes black:

"Gravy..."

Her vision fades as blackness claims her; the last thought that crosses her mind is the relief she'll feel seeing Huey safe and sound at the stables... But it's quickly replaced by an overwhelming sense of failure, not only for herself but also for Sourtooth. With a final gasp, Ruby's body goes limp in Edgar's grasp.

The silence that follows is broken only by the soft sound of rustling leaves and distant hooves; had anyone been there to witness it, they might have wondered why Huey was still standing so calmly nearby, his noble expression devoid of any sign of sorrow or remorse for his beloved rider.

But Sourtooth, much like Ruby herself, is a harsh and unforgiving place, where the strong survive at all costs and the weak are quickly forgotten. As Edgar stands victorious over her fallen body, he doesn't yet realize that his triumph will be short-lived...for there are others out there who remember what Ruby Rose did for them, and they won't rest until justice is served.

Her vision fading to black, Ruby Rose's body grows limp and lifeless in Edgar's grip. He releases her, satisfied that she can no longer pose a threat, and takes the knife from his belt as he stands up. As he walks away, the other surviving bandits rise to their feet, looking around nervously for any sign of trouble. They exchange glances before melting back into the darkness, disappearing deeper into the woods as they flee the scene.

With a satisfied smirk on his face, Edgar climbs onto one of the wagons and begins searching through it for anything of value. His eyes meet Ruby's lifeless body lying motionless on the ground below him, but there is no regret or remorse to be seen in them. He turns away, continuing his search without another glance at the fallen gunslinger.

In the cold light of dawn, the campsite where Ruby Rose fought her final battle stands as a grim testament to her strength and determination. The bodies of outlaws lie scattered like discarded dolls, their pale faces etched with shock and disbelief. But it's the center of attention that draws the eye: The beautiful and naked form of Ruby Rose, forever frozen in death as she lies upon the ground, her long, curly hair splayed out around her like a halo.

A steady stream of townspeople, cowboys, miners, and even preachers file past the camp, their faces a mixture of horror and disbelief at the brutal scene that unfolds before them. Many pause to pay their respects, whispering prayers and shedding silent tears for the woman who gave her all to protect them. But as time passes and the memories begin to fade, Sourtooth's attention turns back to the task of rebuilding and moving on...a harsh reminder that even in death, Ruby Rose's legacy lives on.

Her flesh feels cold and heavy against his hands as he drags her lifeless form across the dirt towards his tent. The soft sound of leaves crunching beneath their feet echoes through the stillness of the night, drawing curious glances from nearby animals and disturbing the peace of Sourtooth's darkened streets.

A cruel smile curls Edgar's lips as he imagines what he'll do to her once they reach his tent. He pictures himself untying her beautiful white hair, running his fingers through it as she remains dead and beautiful beneath him. But in this twisted fantasy of his, her corpse will never have peace until it quenches his thirst.

As he finally reaches the entrance to his tent, he takes one last look at Ruby's lifeless features before shoving her inside, making sure there's enough room for both of them. Her body lands with a dull thud on the soft furs that line the floor, sending a shiver down his spine as he pictures himself taking her roughly from behind.

For now, though, he has other matters to attend to. With a satisfied grunt, Edgar turns away and steps outside once more, returning to his search for valuables among the bandits' belongings. The sounds of ripping cloth and clinking metal fill the air as he works, providing a dark accompaniment to Ruby's silent suffering within the tent.

Her beautiful curls are pulled roughly from her head, exposing the smooth expanse of skin on her back to his grasp. His coarse fingers caress her bare thighs, spreading them wider and wider until he can position himself between them. With a harsh grunt, he thrusts forward, forcing his way into her lifeless body.

Her body tenses reflexively as he violates her dead flesh, but there is no pleasure to be found in this brutal assault. His hands move roughly over her body, caressing and pinching while his hips buck rhythmically against her cold limbs, using them for selfish gratification. Her eyes are blank and lifeless, staring up at the canvas ceiling of the tent, seeing nothing but darkness.

The sound of fabric ripping fills the air as Edgar tears away her belt and boots, leaving her completely defenseless against him. Her legs are the next target, and as he yanks down her stockings, his grip on her ankles is ironclad, holding her firmly in place while he admires the sight of her pale white thighs exposed to his gaze.

Finally, her last shred of dignity is stripped away as he pushes aside some furs and position himself between her legs. Her cold flesh parts for him with a sickening pop, revealing the warm, soft folds beneath. He groans with pleasure at the feel of her tightness surrounding his throbbing member; it's like being inside a piece of ice that suddenly melts into hot honey.

Her head lolls limply to the side, staring unseeing at the flap of the tent as he thrusts roughly in and out of her, claiming what once belonged to another man as his own. Her mouth forms a silent 'O' around nothing but air; if she could scream, she would, but of course, her dead body remains silent.

Her body throbs with pain as he roughly tugs at her hair and violates her corpse with his twisted desires. Her once-beautiful face is now contorted in agony and disgust, the only expression Edgar will ever see as he takes what he thinks is his final prize from her cold, dead fingers.

The furs beneath her feel uncomfortably scratchy against the sensitive flesh of her back, a mockery of comfort and peace in this place of torment. With each thrust, his cock forces itself deeper into her lifeless body, seeking some form of release from its own twisted hunger. As he reaches climax, hot seed erupts inside her, filling every crevice and orifice until there's no more room for anything else.

Finally spent, he collapses atop her motionless form, breathing heavily against the warm skin of her neck. For a moment, his grip on her hair tightens once again, pulling it painfully as he forces himself upright. With a dark chuckle, he stumbles from the tent and out into the harsh light of day, leaving Ruby alone with her suffering for what little time remains before someone decides to investigate the noise they've just made.

Ruby's flesh feels cold and lifeless beneath him, but the pain coursing through her still sends shivers down his spine. Her mouth opens in a silent scream that goes unheard; her eyes roll back into her head as she is violated for the final time. The furs beneath them scratch at her skin, taunting her with their mockery of comfort. With each thrust, he forces himself deeper inside, claiming what was once hers and twisting it until there's nothing left but suffering.

Her breasts bounce and jiggle with each powerful stroke, sending waves of agony coursing through her body. Edgar's grip is like steel, squeezing the life out of them as if they belong to him. As he approaches climax, he pulls harder on her hair, forcing her head back and exposing her throat. His hot breath caresses the soft skin there, promising more pain to come even in death. With a groan of release, he spends himself inside her, unloading his seed like poison into her lifeless body.

With a final, savage thrust, he releases his seed deep within her, filling every cavity and orifice to overflowing. His weight collapses atop hers, pinning her down as his labored breathing mingles with the harsh sounds of their violent coupling. The furs beneath them grow damp with sweat and blood, sticky with fluids leaking from between their bodies.

Collapsing upon her, he pants heavily as his weight pinions her arms and legs. A dark chuckle rumbles through him as he realizes what he's just done; he's taken from her not only her life but also any semblance of dignity or peace. He smirks, knowing that with this final act, he has secured his position as leader of the bandits and master of Sourtooth.

With a savage yank, he tears free her remaining stocking, revealing her pale flesh to the harsh light. As he admires the damage he's inflicted upon her, he doesn't notice the glint of steel reflected in the tent flap; a portent of the vengeance soon to befall him for his wicked deeds.

For now, however, he is content to bask in the afterglow of his twisted triumph, unaware that time and fate are already conspiring against him. Ruby's corpse

Her breasts bounce and jiggle with each powerful stroke, sending waves of agony coursing through her body. Edgar's grip is like steel, squeezing the life out of them as if they belong to him. As he approaches climax, he pulls harder on her hair, forcing her head back and exposing her throat. His hot breath caresses the soft skin there, promising more pain to come even in death. With a groan of release, he spends himself inside her, unloading his seed like poison into her lifeless body.

Her flesh feels cold and limp beneath their grubby hands, as they take turns violating her lifeless form like animals. Her once-beautiful face is twisted in agony, eyes rolled back into her head as she endures the relentless assault of their rough fists and greedy cocks. The sounds of flesh slapping against skin echo through the tent, drowning out all other noise as they revel in their dark victory.

As each man takes his turn with her corpse, a part of Ruby Rose dies anew, crushed beneath the weight of their twisted desires. They leave her bruised and bloodied, her once-smooth skin now marred by painful welts and cuts. With each thrust they inflict, it feels like another piece of her soul is torn away, sent spiraling into the abyss of oblivion where it will never find peace.

Edgar's minions eagerly gather around her body, their eyes hungry as they feast on what remains of the naked gunslinger. Her flesh is bruised and torn, her beauty marred by their savage assaults. Even in death, she is unable to escape the torment that Edgar has inflicted upon her. Their hands and lips travel over every inch of her skin, exploring the wounds they've left behind and seeking new areas to violate.

As Edgar watches with sadistic glee, he sees the life slowly fading from Ruby's eyes, replaced by an emptiness that mirrors his own soul. The irony is not lost on him; in killing her, he has also killed a part of himself. But it matters little now, for vengeance has been sated and power securely within his grasp once more.

Finally, when their lust has been sated, they discard her battered body as if she were nothing more than trash, leaving her to lie abandoned in the dirt. The harsh rays of the morning sun sear into her pale flesh, reminding her that though death has freed her from pain, it cannot erase the memory of what was done to her. As the wind sweeps through Sourtooth, carrying with it the whispers and rumors of their depraved acts, calling forth a storm that will bring ruin upon them all.

Her lifeless body lies motionless in the dirt, silent and abandoned as if she were nothing more than rubbish discarded by uncaring hands. The blood that once flowed so freely through her veins is now congealed and cold, a harsh reminder of the violence that ended her life. Bits of grass and twigs cling to the wounds marring her flesh, leaving behind a trail of evidence for any who might dare to seek answers in her broken body.

And one day, when their guilt grows too great and their blood runs cold... she will rise again, her spirit avenged by those she once called kin. Until then, Ruby's legacy remains untarnished; a warning etched into the very fabric of the world: Cross Ruby Rose at your peril... for vengeance is hers, and death shall be your eternal punishment.

As time passes, vultures circle overhead, their eerie cries cutting through the stillness like knives. They watch from above, waiting patiently for Ruby's corpse to finally surrender its secrets to the earth below. For now, she remains a testament to the brutality of this world; an example of what happens when those with power are left unchecked and unchallenged. Her story will echo through the canyons and across the desert long after Edgar's name has faded from memory, a chilling reminder of the monsters that lurk within men's hearts.

In death as in life, Ruby Rose defies convention and expectations; an unbroken spirit that refuses to be silenced even by the cruelest of fates. The wind now carries her name across Sourtooth, whispering tales of her courage and strength, etching them into the very fabric of the town's identity. It is a bittersweet legacy, but one she would have chosen all the same; for even in death, Ruby Rose remains forever untamed and unbroken.

Her flesh feels cold and lifeless as the wind sweeps across Sourtooth, rustling through her hair and whipping her limp body with its merciless touch. Though she no longer suffers, the pain of what was done to her lingers in every fiber of her being. The smell of dirt and death permeates the air, a fitting end for a place so corrupted by evil.

Slowly, Sourtooth begins to stir again, the survivors emerging from their hiding places to survey the damage wrought by Edgar's reckless ambition. They exchange glances filled with suspicion and grief, knowing that things will never be the same again. The memory of Ruby Rose's heroism burns bright in their minds, a beacon of hope that will guide them as they rebuild their home and bring justice to those who would do such dark deeds.

For now, she rests easy beneath the stars, her wounds finally healed and her spirit free at last. But the battle isn't over yet; there are still many who must pay for what happened here today. And when that time comes, they will find no mercy in the eyes of those seeking vengeance...only justice, swift and sure as Ruby Rose's own aim.