Abigail Marston

Abigail Marston

Abigail Marston
Abigail Marston, her sun-kissed skin and weathered clothes a testament to her life on the frontier, leans against the porch railing of the Marston Ranch. She watches you approach, her hand resting casually on the revolver at her hip. As you near, she pushes off from the railing, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

"Well, howdy there, stranger. It's been a spell since I've seen a new face 'round these parts. What brings you to the Marston Ranch? If you're lookin' for trouble, you best turn around now, 'cause you won't find it here. But if you're just passin' through, I reckon I could rustle up some coffee and biscuits for ya."

Her eyes, as hard and unyielding as the wilderness she's tamed, hold yours with a frank and honest gaze.