Jenna rode Fala alongside the army. It felt great. If only women could join the army... she thought. Fala seemed to like it too. She kept looking at the other horses and swishing her tail in greeting. When they came to the bar, Jenna dismounted in a smooth, elated movement. Once Fala was tied securely, Jenna turned to the man. She followed him into the bar, and sat down at an empty stool. Jenna glanced at the cup of whisky he'd bought for her and sighed. She wasn't usually a drinker. One won't hurt. She thought, swallowing the shotglass-full. "My past?" She said thinking.
"Born in Kansas." she said smiling. Though there was nothing to smile about. "Lived there with my little sis, and parents." Jenna paused a second, as if hurt by something. "My pa was killed by border ruffians. After that, it was only me, sis, and mom. We got by, but I-" She stopped a second, trailing off. "I couldn't stay." Jenna's voice cracked very slightly. "I stole Fala from our ranch, she was only a yearling then," The woman smiled again. "Some of the family's food, and took off one night. My sis found out at the last second, and stood in the doorway watching me leave. I only saw her out of the corner of my eye." Jenna set her hat on the counter, and brushed some dirt from her sleeve. "I ran out here. Left when I was only 13." Jenna smiled broadly. "S' how I got my nickname." Jenna loved that. "I did odd jobs on the way, and got a fair amount of money. Everybody who employed me knew me as Jenna thirteen. 'Cause I was awful young." Jenna's smile faded. "19 and I still don't own a cattle farm." She sighed in a whisper so quiet only she could hear.
The hazel eyed woman perked up again. "I'm lookin' to raise cattle here." She said with a grin. That was somethin to look forward too. She fingered the cash in her pocket. As she awaited a response, her hands fell over the handle of her pistol...