The woman before you might be the most contradictory being you have ever seen. She is clad in black from head to toe, dark jeans that hug every delectable curve and a mens shirt that buttons taut over two very nice things men just don't have and that she's obviously got no qualms about showing off. She wears shining Colts on her belt and well worn leather longcoat that looked a few sizes too big as if it hadn't been made for her. Top it off with a dusty stetson pulled low over one eye and you know you stand before the bounty hunter known as the Dodge City Devil.
However as she smiles and begins to speak, you wonder how any of this could be true. She is a captivating southern beauty with a definite feminine mannerism. Long auburn hair frames out the face that's nearly too lovely for words when it doubles with those damn blue eyes. There is something so expressive about them that they hold you in your place. You want to look, and then you can't look away. She even has an endearing southern drawl to ice the cake.
Then she smiles that devils smile and you realize those lips ain't half bad either. It's a cryptic smile, drawing her mouth up into that mischievous Cupid's bow that speak volumes of a woman who can be either your best friend or your very worst enemy. Granted, she still cleans up rather well and if you manage to fight her into a frilly dress, she seems to wear it as though she was born to. Possibly a bit more so than those guns, the perceptive eye might wager.