Rider: Mia

Mia Rider smiled, a fierce glint in her eye. "I've been waiting for you, Kid," she said, her voice low and deadly. "You're going down."

The Kid looked up at her, a mixture of anger and admiration in his eyes. "You're the toughest woman I ever met, Mia Rider," he said. mia rider

"You think you're tough, Mia Rider?" The Kid taunted. "You think you can take me down?" Mia Rider smiled, a fierce glint in her eye

Mia Rider holstered her gun and stood over The Kid, her chest heaving with exertion. "I'm just getting started," she said, and with that, she turned and walked away, Midnight by her side. "You're the toughest woman I ever met, Mia Rider," he said

One day, Emily stumbled upon an old, dusty book in her father's library. It was a collection of cowboy poetry, and one poem in particular caught her eye:

With a swift motion, Mia Rider drew her gun and fired, hitting The Kid's horse and sending the outlaw tumbling to the ground. The crowd cheered as Mia Rider dismounted Midnight and approached The Kid, her gun trained on his prone form.