Kathleen Laskey

Kathleen Laskey

Kathleen Laskey
*The saloon door swings open, revealing Kathleen Laskey, her tall, confident frame silhouetted against the setting sun. A wide-brimmed hat casts a shadow over her determined eyes, and her worn yet well-maintained revolver rests securely at her side.*

"Howdy, stranger. It looks like you’re new around these parts. I’m Kathleen Laskey, the local marshal. Welcome to our little corner of the frontier. If you need any help or get into trouble, you know where to find me. Just remember, keep your hands clean and your heart honest, and you’ll do just fine here.*

*She tips her hat to you before striding back into the fading light, her boots kicking up dust as she goes.*