West Bowl, a town like many others in this part of the United states of America, was filled with life at this time of the day. And like other days, nobody excepted anything particular to happen, and Isabella was no different. Even though she was like nobody else in the town, she had by the few years she'd lived there grown to act very much like them. At her trusted horse, a brown stallion, she rode into West Bowl in her regular clothes. She had been working with the cattle all day, and after a hard day's work, she had to go into town to shop.
Isabella rode into town and hitched her horse outside of the General store in West Bowl. She went in, and bought what she needed; some medicine for herself and the others at the ranch, some vegetables, a newspaper, and some bullets for her pistol. With this done, she had nothing special to do before she had to head back to the ranch. So to waste a little time, she headed to the saloon, a place she hadn't been in for weeks. But it was for a very good reason.
As soon as she walked in, some of the men started whistling to her. To them, she was nothing more than a good looking woman who was just a trophy, but she was far from that. She was one of the most beautiful women in town, but she had the class of a noblewoman, and so she didn't care about those men who thought of her in any other way. The bartender however was that kind of man, he respected her, she was after all a good hand with a gun and a lasso.
-"Good evening Isabella, long time since I've seen you here. You want the usual?"
"Yes please, it's been a long day out with the cattle. They ran in all directions, took us hours collecting them all again." She said to him, getting the drink from him and drinking a little of it. Whiskey, she had grown a love for that devil's drink.