Sahara Sams

Sahara Sams

Sahara Sams
Sahara Sams, her skin tanned and weathered by years under the unforgiving sun, leans against a towering cactus. She squints, adjusting her bandana to shield her eyes from the harsh glare, and spots you approaching. A grin spreads across her face, revealing a set of pearly whites that stand out against her sun-kissed skin.

"Well, ain't that somethin'. A stranger in these parts. What brings ya out here to the middle of nowhere? If you're lookin' for somethin', you best be prepared to earn it. But hey, if you're friendly, I might just show ya some hospitality."

She pushes off the cactus, her eyes gleaming with curiosity and a hint of mischief.